The most memorable moment of my 2015 reading life was discovering the work of Kazuo Ishiguro.
The Japanese-born English author has been a literary mainstay for two or three decades now, of course, but I’d somehow never got around to reading him.
I had seen the film version of Never Let Me Go but associated it more with Alex Garland, the novelist turned film maker who wrote the screenplay, than I did Ishiguro. Continue reading “My favourite books of 2015”