All the Light We Cannot See
By: Anthony Doeer
Location: FIC DOE
Genre: WWII in beauty,in pain, in heart and in soul
How so apt that on my first day back on the blog I have chosen this PULITZER PRIZE winner. This book is set in Paris, the city of light. Twice in its history it has been shut down, curfew-ed, darkened. Once in WWII when this story is written and the other this weekend when raging militants terminated the lives of innocents in heartless gore.
Darkened.
Paris.
This story is one I read on my recent journeys and as I traveled the story traveled with me. It is beautifully written, it is about about a blind French girl and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II.
It is about how enemy's exist and in mutual respect for humanity they fight for life, they fight for meaning in an arena of death and hate. They fight for a world where innate reason plays a stronger tune than bitterness and mindless command.
It is about snails, and diamonds, the sea, music, curiosity of learning, the power of art, St Malo, the inquisitive desperation of science, it is about keys and mystery, it is about love and it is about death.
This story is beautiful and in the darkness of today's Paris we all know that there is light shining, glimmering, and maybe today it is not seen, but it will be there, in the stories of today's' Marie Laure and Werners. Light always conquers dark, always!
“What the war did to dreamers.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
" Anthony Doerr writes beautifully about the mythic and the intimate, about snails on beaches and armies on the move, about fate and love and history and those breathless, unbearable moments when they all come crashing together"
Jess Walter- author of Beautiful Ruins.
Location: FIC DOE
Genre: WWII in beauty,in pain, in heart and in soul
How so apt that on my first day back on the blog I have chosen this PULITZER PRIZE winner. This book is set in Paris, the city of light. Twice in its history it has been shut down, curfew-ed, darkened. Once in WWII when this story is written and the other this weekend when raging militants terminated the lives of innocents in heartless gore.
Darkened.
Paris.
This story is one I read on my recent journeys and as I traveled the story traveled with me. It is beautifully written, it is about about a blind French girl and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II.
It is about how enemy's exist and in mutual respect for humanity they fight for life, they fight for meaning in an arena of death and hate. They fight for a world where innate reason plays a stronger tune than bitterness and mindless command.
It is about snails, and diamonds, the sea, music, curiosity of learning, the power of art, St Malo, the inquisitive desperation of science, it is about keys and mystery, it is about love and it is about death.
This story is beautiful and in the darkness of today's Paris we all know that there is light shining, glimmering, and maybe today it is not seen, but it will be there, in the stories of today's' Marie Laure and Werners. Light always conquers dark, always!
“What the war did to dreamers.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
" Anthony Doerr writes beautifully about the mythic and the intimate, about snails on beaches and armies on the move, about fate and love and history and those breathless, unbearable moments when they all come crashing together"
Jess Walter- author of Beautiful Ruins.
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