Klara and the Sun is a lovely, gentle read, narrated by the quintessential Ishiguro protagonist: an observant, kind, yet passive main character who evokes sympathy from the reader due to their naïveté and suppression of emotion. It's hard to ignore the similarities between Klara and Mr Stevens from The Remains of the Day.

Despite the book's description as "dystopian science fiction" (the novel shares themes with Never Let Me Go), I wouldn't pick up the book with that in mind. Klara is only sci-fi in the sense that it deals with a vaguely futuristic world. Rather, you should read Klara and the Sun as a neat piece of literary fiction – an introspective but delightful exploration of companionship, elitism, and soul.

officially, it wasn’t an issue at all – every one of us had specifications that guaranteed we couldn’t be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him – that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he’d never find a home. (loc 106)

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The Mother didn’t smile often, but when she did, her smile was surprisingly like Josie’s: her whole face seemed to overflow with kindness, and the same creases that usually created such a tense expression would refold into ones of humor and gentleness. (loc 714)

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At the same time, what was becoming clear to me was the extent to which humans, in their wish to escape loneliness, made maneuvers that were very complex and hard to fathom, and I saw it was possible that the consequences of Morgan’s Falls had at no stage been within my control. (loc 1588)

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‘I think I hate Capaldi because deep down I suspect he may be right. That what he claims is true. That science has now proved beyond doubt there’s nothing so unique about my daughter, nothing there our modern tools can’t excavate, copy, transfer. That people have been living with one another all this time, centuries, loving and hating each other, and all on a mistaken premise. A kind of superstition we kept going while we didn’t know better. (loc 3151)

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