I read the book Never Let Me Go, first published in 2005. It was written by Kazuo Ishiguro, a British author of Japanese origin. The story depicts a dystopian world where clones have been created to cure previously incurable diseases. The story is structured in three acts. The first tells us about our characters' childhood (Hailsham), the second about their adolescence and early adulthood (cottages) and the last about their donations. The clones were created from normal people, but they are raised in institutions with other clones and when they reach adulthood they begin donating their vital organs. After the Second World War they began to experiment with clones and within a few years medical science made a big step forward and clones were no longer an idea but a reality. The setting of this story is when clones had been around for some time or in the 1980s. The narrator, who is also the protagonist, is reviewing her life and experiencing memories of her lost friends. She tells us about her life, what it was like to be a student at Hailsham. The little incidents, her relationships, what it was like to leave Hailsham, the cottages, what it was like to be a carer and pretty much everything until she became a donor herself. Technically the time frame is only a day or so, but it spans his entire life so far. The story that the protagonist tells us takes place in Hailsham, the "school", or rather the institution in which they grow up. The cottages and countryside of England. The most disturbing thing about this story is how society is okay with this. People think it's okay for clones to die so they can use their organs when their own start to malfunction. And when you remind them that the clones are... middle of paper... they're very depressing and sad, but in the middle there's some sort of comic relief but then it becomes sad again. I thought this novel was brilliantly written. All the relationships are so real that you can identify with almost every single character. I liked the way the story was told. It was like listening to someone tell a story and knowing right from the start how it was going to end, so there was no reason to stress. It made me laugh but it also made me very angry. I was so angry at Ruth, at Hailsham, and at society in general for doing this to the clones. Clones aren't just clones, they're people with feelings and plants, and society should have stopped breeding them as soon as they found out. I've almost lost all faith in mankind, and if that was the author's intention, he nailed it. But what I really think is that he was trying to point out to us how selfish and ungrateful we really are.