Blown away by Ishiguro

I've always thought of Kazuo Ishiguro as an odd kind of writer. Japanese but kinda British -- dry and old-fashioned -- as a novelist. His new book "Never Let Me Go" was a strange read. In most parts, it read like a Enid Blyton children's book about the perils of boarding school. But it never let you underestimate it because you always sensed there was something sinister beneath its bedtime prose.

Today, stuck on a 5-hour flight to New York with no entertainment, I pushed through the last 40% of the book. And I was blown away, re-reading its 2-page ending over and over again with a jumble of questions and emotions I have not felt in a long time reading fiction.

And Ishiguro fans say this is one of his weaker novels...