In classic Ishiguro fashion, this is a slow-burn "journey not destination" book. Answers are offered slowly, very slowly, and many of the scenes are mundane but presented magically. I haven't read anything of his for a while, but I recognized the familiar meditations on identity (and a good old fashioned "what it means to be human" added in for good measure). I really enjoyed the long and slow (this book is very slow) exploration of "what if the entire purpose of your life was to live for someone else" - again, an Ishiguro classic, and explored here in a complementary way.

4 stars because it made me feel feelings and I recommend it to those of you who like slow-burn feelings.