This is one of my favorite books of all time. One that leaves you questioning what exactly you just read, and how it pertains to everything around us. Symbolism runs deep, and the question of what makes us human runs even deeper.

This short novel, well predating the popularity of AI, tells a tale of machine/ human interaction that is truly heartbreaking, with delicate descriptions of believable sensitivity of the human-form machine protagonist as contrasted the familiar and wrenching insensitivity of human nature. This work is an extraordinary gift of insight into true open heartedness from an unexpected source.

Best read slowly and with the same attention to detail that Klara demonstrates.

This book was beautifully written. I found myself sometimes re-reading whole pages to be able to process the beauty of what was said. The main character - Klara - is relatable and fascinating. The plot progresses naturally and makes you want to keep flipping pages to reach the conclusion. Most of all, this book provides a fresh point of view of what it means to love and be human.

I loved this quick read. There was so much symbolism between the relationship with Josie and Klara. What the AFs meant to people and what they provided the teenagers. The Sun too. It was beautifully written and ended in the perfect way.

There was so much left unanswered. The book never drew me in, I kept waiting for the story to grip me- it missed the mark for me.

Not much density in this rather quaint story. I was waiting for something substantial to happen but it never arrived. Not really Sci-fi. Pretty much just a contemporary story about a child and her caregiver.

One of the most beautiful, heart-wrenching, thought-provoking books I’ve ever read. Sir Kazuo Ishiguro creates as vivid and poignant a world in “Klara” as he did in “Never Let Me Go.” He allows space for the reader to discover her own associations, emotional and intellectual, to the themes he explores. My experience of reading this book calls to mind my experience of psychoanalysis, how intense the emotional bond is between the analytic pair, a bond that’s strong enough to bear contact with the truth of what’s inside our minds and hearts.

This book starts somewhat slowly, but gets ever more engaging. As the story becomes more established, Ishiguro creates moments that are utterly unique to his writing. Scenarios that he portrays with a kind of fidelity to reality that I’ve never seen elsewhere. I don’t want to give anything away, but I’ll say that as with his other books, he finds nuances in the relationship between emotions and behavior that are beyond uncanny. Another marvel from this remarkable artist.

But just never grabbed me. I wasn’t able to form relationships with or feelings for the characters. I finished, dutifully, and it’s not a _bad_ book, but also not what I’d consider great literature.