I know this book has been widely praised and is a subtle allegory for our times, but I just did not enjoy it (a shame, as I have always loved Ishiguro's books). I found the writing trite where it was meant to be profound, however stylistically lovely. The concept was clever but I felt it was underbaked. I struggled to care about any of the characters, including Klara. I felt Ishiguro was being a touch too academic. When I finished the book, I had an urge to return to Ishiguro's masterpieces, The Remains of the Day and An Artist of the Floating World, to remember just how moving his work can be.