I was feeling like reading something non-genre next, so I picked up Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go. He wrote Remains of the Day, so I figured he wasn't a genre writer, and the back of the book sounded mainstream enough. But now I'm 60 pages in, and the book is looking like dystopic science fiction. I don't mind; I just find it amusing that even my attempt to read something non-genre has resulted in a book I'll be able to put into Xenagia's index. I'm still not sure what's going on, though, so I may be wrong about the genre. The book is very mysterious, in the same ways that a lot of science fiction is mysterious, immersing you in a different world, referring to things by unusual terms and not explaining what is being discussed, letting you figure it all out slowly by context.

I'm enjoying the book thus far, despite the fact that I am impatient with the mysterious method of doling out information slowly. I like to know what's going on. I like to be in control. When reading a book like this, I will often look it up on Amazon and read the reviews until I figure out the main mystery, and then happily read the rest of the book "in the know."

I won't get to read much today, since I'm going to Lisa's, but I'll probably finish it tomorrow. It's a quick read and not terribly long.