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“I suppose it had something to do with it being a secret, just how much it had meant to me. Maybe all of us at Hailsham had little secrets like that--little private nooks created out of thin air where we could go off alone with our fears and longings. But the very fact that we had such needs would have felt wrong to us at the time--like somehow we were letting the side down.”

Quote by Kazuo Ishiguro

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Never Let Me Go

Set in a dystopian future, the story follows the lives of three clones named Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy as they navigate their existence and the secrets of their creation. The narrative delves into complex ethical questions and the profound impact of human relationships on one's sense of self. more

Author

Kazuo Ishiguro
Kazuo Ishiguro

Kazuo Ishiguro is a Japanese-born British novelist known for his unique literary style and profound insights into human nature. His works often explore themes of memory, identity, and common human emotions. Born on November 8, 1954, Ishiguro's career began with the publication of his first novel 'When Breath Becomes Air' in 1982, which received widespread acclaim. more

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