In the face of the Nazi occupation, Marie-Laure and her father flee to her reclusive great-uncle’s house, perched above the sea along the Brittany coast. But then war comes and, with it, an enemy she can’t see. She’s fascinated by mollusks and snails, by Jules Verne, by faraway places she can only imagine. She’s learned Paris through her fingertips, with a miniature model of the 5th arrondissement made by her father, a master locksmith at the National Museum of Natural History. Marie-Laure has been blind since childhood. All the Light We Cannot See was such a book for me. It immerses, engulfs, keeps you caught within its words until the very end, when you blink and remember there’s a world beyond the pages. Sometimes a novel doesn’t merely transport.
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