I’m honestly not very sure if I can do this review properly. I enjoyed this series. It made me smile, and it made me cry. It is a common love story of “boy meets girl,” with a side of artificial intelligence and a premise similar to that of Blade Runner.
These are things others have probably said about the series, but what I want to focus on are not plot or characters or setting. I want to talk about memories. And what memories mean to us. Because let’s be real: the memories we don’t forget are always the bad ones. Sure, we might remember the good ones too, but they don’t leave that same kind of impression. I want to defend those good memories. Because as painful as it is to watch this series, it ends with a lot of hope.
My readers usually know this, but my SPOILER PORTION begins now.