In short summary, Kazuo Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day is narrated by a gentleman named Mr Stevens, who is on a road trip that stirs memories from his career as a butler at the prestigous Darlington Hall.
I was unsure about the book at first but picked it up anyway because I loved both Never Let Me Go and the short story collection Nocturnes by the same author. It wasn't until Stevens recollects the employment of his elderly father at the Darlington hall that I became engrossed with the story. It's wonderfully written, in that you bustle along thinking that not a lot is happening and it's just someone pondering about moments in their life and examples of being a good butler. However, ever so subtley, the reliability of narrator is called into question towards the end of the book, especially when scenes in the present don't match up with that of what Stevens has recounted of his past.