For some reason, I’d expected Kazuo Ishiguro’s "Never Let Me Go" to reduce me to a pile of tears. But I didn’t cloud over even once. Maybe I’ve become heartless.

The skeleton of the story was haunting (I dreamed about it last night), but I never connected with the narrator, and the writing style left me cold.

This is nit-picky, but the font was also weirdly distracting. One review I read said it made it feel more “handwritten.” I guess it did seem that way, but I didn’t like it.