My husband and I were both studying biochemistry when we read this book at the same time. It was a weird and singular experience to read that book in particular as a budding scientist in the process of falling in love with someone else also reading that book...

My sister read Klara and the Sun, as her first Ishiguro, and loved it. So, so much. So much that I started crying because I knew that Never Let Me Go was waiting under the Christmas tree to blow her mind and devastate her soft little heart, and retroactively tarnish her memory of Klara and the Sun. I'm the worst.