I thought I was reading a soft, dreamy coming-of-age story. Three kids in a mysterious boarding school, lots of melancholic nostalgia, weirdly polite tone. And then… it hits you. Not all at once. Just enough pieces fall into place that your stomach drops. The horror isn’t loud. It doesn’t scream. It just settles. Like dust in sunlight. Kazuo Ishiguro doesn’t write dystopia the way you expect. No rebellions. No villains. Just quiet acceptance. Which, honestly, is what scared me the most. They knew — and still, they smiled. They held hands. They went on. 📖 I still think about Kathy H. and her cassette tape, standing alone, dancing in that room. It gutted me. Completely. #Entertainment #Books #DystopianFiction