All The Light We Cannot See
by Anthony Doerr
𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙,
𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧.
SYNOPSIS
Set in the background of World War II, the storyline is randomly narrated through the eyes of the contrasting characters, each of various ages, countries, and backgrounds. Readers follow, as each traverse through sorrow, fear, joy, hope, and at last, to find peace. The tale is weaved, with certain touches of mystical fiction, straight into the cruel reality of wartime history, creating an enthralling picture of grotesque and delicate beauty.
The small white-haired German boy with a clear mind of curiosity. The blind yet defiant French girl who is their lighthouse in the storm. The loving father guarding the cursed diamond and his daughter. The madame with a heart of bravery and rebel. The sergeant searching desperately for an impossible cure. The uncle overcoming his own demons… All these vivid personalities, portrayed upon the characters. And, together, painting the story of authentic elegance.
REVIEW
Indescribably heart-wrenching and mesmerizing.
I am amazed at how the author managed to capture such fleeting moments of humanity within mere ink and paper. Utterly incredulous. Doerr truly has the ability to create three-dimensional characters through his artistic words.
Werner. the desperation to make a difference in this twisted and sinister world. His attempts to become more than just a piece of driftwood in the vicious settings of war. And his final choice that made the entire difference. A whole world of difference.
Marie-Laure. She believed in a world filled with all the light she could not see. Yet she was the light in the complete darkness that the other characters gravitated towards, and orbited upon. She was their hope, their reason.
It seems to me, that even if genders, races, nationalities, statuses, and entire worlds, have the ability to drive humans apart. there is always, certain kindness, the smallest and most simple acts of purity and beauty, that can bind our souls together. Even upon life and death.
