I read some really great books this summer. Unfortunately, there are also a lot of not-good books out there. I thought I’d write up a few reviews of the good ones I’ve read this summer for any of my readers who are looking for new material to dig into.
I’ve got a variety of genres that I’ll be reviewing, so if you’re not into fiction, don’t despair, there’s more to come. The first book I’m reviewing is the most recent one I’ve read, and one of the best novels I’ve read in a long time. By the way, I use the word reviewing very lightly. I suppose I am more recommending, as I am not getting too deep into themes etc.
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
Genre: historical fiction
Recommended for age 18+
531 pages (It’s long!)
All the Light We Cannot See is a story about a blind girl living in France, and an orphaned German boy whose extraordinary technical skills land him in training academy for Hitler Youth. Their stories intersect in the citadel of Saint-Malo. I don’t want to divulge much of the plot should you choose to read it 🙂
From the book cover: “Doerr’s “stunning sense of physical detail and gorgeous metaphors” (San Francisco Chronicle) are dazzling. Deftly interweaving the lives of Marie-Laure and Werner, he illuminates the ways, against all odds, people try to be good to one another.”
This would be a fantastic novel for a book club! I found I wanted to read it slowly to enjoy the beautiful imagery, but I was compelled to read quickly, spurred on by the suspense.
There is rough language in this book, but it is not excessive or glorified.
My favourite part of reading this novel was the unpredictability. I was never at the point where I just knew how it was going to turn out. The characters are very real, and relatable. I would rate it at 4.5/5 stars 😉 (One part I didn’t like was surrounding a jewel called the “Sea of Flames”. It wasn’t bad, I just wasn’t sure if the story was going to go all science-fiction-y on me; it doesn’t, so now you can enjoy it, knowing that 😉
Here are two short excerpts to give you an idea of the writing style:
7 August 1944
At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country.
The tide climbs. The moon hangs small and yellow and gibbous. On the rooftops of beachfront hotels to the east, and in the gardens behind them, a half-dozen American artillery units drop incendiary rounds into the mouths of mortars.
From The Girl
She eases open the left-hand shutter and runs her fingers up the slats of the right. A sheet of paper has lodged there.
She holds it to her nose. It smells of fresh ink. Gasoline, maybe. The paper is crisp; it has not been outside long.
Marie-Laure hesitates at the window in her stocking feet, her bedroom behind her, seashells arranged along the top of the armoire, pebbles along the baseboards. Her can stands in the corner; her big Braille novel waits facedown on the bed. The drone of the airplanes grows.
Let me know if you read it, or have read it!
*Feel free to comment with what you’re reading! I’d love to hear some suggestions since my book list has depleted 🙂