Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro
Klara the AF waits patiently in the store to be chosen by her new owner.
I did not care for this. I found the writing frustratingly ambiguous, and I remained utterly disinterested in Klara’s internal life throughout. Everything interesting was quickly hand-waved and rarely mentioned again, Ishiguro instead focusing on interminable paragraphs about patterns or feelings or thoughts that felt like filler. And had I even liked it, I’d have been rather disappointed by the end.
Ishiguro is a good writer but is either hit or miss for me, and this was a huge miss. ★★☆☆☆