BLOG TEN? that's a lota blogs.

Because, I didn't have any real signifigant thoughts on what we were talking about at the end of class ie. what I thought the Guardians views on minimum wage would be, I am going to write about some thoughts I had about "Never Let Me Go" before class--thoughts we put on the board, but did not get around to talking about.

One main thought that I had through out the third part of the book--'the hell part' was whether or not Kathy was truly happy being a carer for so long. I know that we spoke briefly on the fact that she was not able to decide when to become a donor--but, I read it that she was for some reason (probably because they were able to decide when to start being a carer) and kept thinking she had a choice.

The reason I thought about this so much was because outside of the feeling of helplessness that I got from their situations in general, I felt an extra sense of hopelessness in Kath's life. While some might say she got longer to live, I saw her life as becoming a completely lonely place before her friends had even completed. There was such a sense of Us/Them/It in their roles. We touched on this in class, but they were ever evolving. Kath, Tommy, and Ruth were a definite Us when they were younger and as they grew up and Tommy and Ruth became donors and Kath remained a carer--things shifted. Both Ruth and Tommy made remarks about Kath not understanding things because she wasn't a donor.

This probably hit home with me because, being alone is a much scary concept than death to me. I, myself, would have hated to be facing being a donor alone with out the comfort of those I loved the most around me and as the book ended I just felt such a sense of hopelessness for Kath, she had gone through the steps vicariously with her friends and now she was left alone to do it herself.