All The Light We Cannot See
by Anthony Doerr
๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ.
๐ฝ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ
๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ก๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐,
๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐
๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ก๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง.
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 demonsโฆ 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.
