When We Were Orphans

Like many folks, I discovered Ishiguro because of Never Let Me Go (rather than Remains of the Day!), and found myself not enjoying WWWO as much–but it's still a really good read. I only recently became cognizant of the whole “unreliable narrator” concept, and it's definitely interesting territory to explore. By the end of the book, it's become clear that one is journeying along with the protagonist from sentimental nostalgia toward reality (and then slightly back again), but it's not clear from the start, so this was a difficult one for me to get into.

Glad I read it, won't likely read it again, unlike Never Let Me Go.