I took a couple days off from writing in order to read "All the Light We Cannot See" by Anthony Doerr. The novel is an enchanting story of a blind girl and a young orphan boy brought together at the end of World War II by the circumstances of war. One running with her life in her father's hands, and one inducted into Hitler's regime, their stories intertwine
This was one of those books that, after reading, makes me think I do not deserve to ever call myself "author." Like Marie-Laure's father has the gift of bringing small pieces of wood and putty together to build elaborate an elaborate cityscape for her to explore and learn, Doerr has that rare gift of fitting together words just so to bring to light the beauty of what often is an ordinary or even downright ugly world. "All the Light We Cannot See" will keep you thinking about what you have read for days following.
One scene in particular left me aching. It was the thought that a country like Germany, which was completely devastated in terms of its population by the sheer numbers of men and boys who were inducted into the regime and subsequently killed in action, left the elderly, the women and the children after the collapse of the regime without defense. This allowed other countries to sweep in and take whatever they desired, and this included souls. And where is the beauty in that, you might ask. I think it is the only thing left when the world has become a bastion of torment: Hope. Doerr has captured this perfectly without letting any character off the hook.
Whether WWII fiction is a genre you enjoy or not, this story's 500 words are well worth the read. I absolutely LOVED this novel. The Pulitzer was well-deserved!