Sunday, 28 November 2010

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Now that was good! I saw the movie trailer and decided to read the book before the movie comes out. As it turns out I'd have time till February next year, but the read was totally worth it anyway.
It is the story of Kathy, Ruth and Tommy. About their youth and their growing up, about their love for each other and their friendship later on in life. However they are not 'ordinary' kids, teenagers or adults. Nope, they are donors. Clones designed to give away their life for other people sooner or later in life. Now this may sound really dramatic, but it's not. It's weird, because it is such a sad story, but the way it is written doesn't leave you upset. It leaves you thinking about the possibilities we'd have, about the lives of those kids, and the live of the others. The worth of live in general. Honestly, without sobbing or crying or so.

I don't think the movie will be like this though: Watch the trailer. When I saw the trailer for the first time I nearly cried ... Still going to watch it of course! I think Keira Knightley is perfect (!) for the role of Ruth. And if there is crying involved ... oh well, it happens.

I guess I'll end up reading more Ishiguro too!

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Remember me?

As was having coffee with a friend earlier today we were going through lists of books 'you had to read'. I know we covered this topic before ... but as I discovered that I actually had read a lot of those books I realized that I can't remember most of them. I forgot the characters, the main plot, even the end. I mean how sad is that??
We spend so much time with the book and than simply forget it? With some of them I wasn't even sure IF I actually read them. Of course some of them were school stuff, which you read in puberty. Now at this time you can't be asked about anything, so you're not supposed to remember, right? But I know, that I liked some of those books.  And it's not only those I forgot. No, books I've read over the last like 5 years or so ... I have no clue.

Neil Pasricha wrote about the awesomeness of realizing that you don't know how one of your favorite movies end in The Book of Awesome. And he is right, because it makes the movie exciting again. But how often do we read books again? So I now decide that realizing you don't know how the book you once read ends has to have a place in the imaginary book of annoyance. Or sadness.

And because I still don't have any comments, tell me how you remember the books you read. Do you keep a list? Or do you have a better memory than I do? Or maybe it doesn't make you sad at all? Let me know.