I’ve talked on this blog before about how the older I get, the less I feel like rereading books; I just feel that less and less do I have time to waste on books I’ve already read, given the sheer volume of books that I haven’t. But every now and then a book comes along that calls for a reread – All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr is one such book.
I hadn’t planned on rereading this one so soon (I only read it for the first time earlier in the year), but it got chosen for book club, and I have been raving about it to all and sundry, so I felt I should reread it to make sure I can give a good account of it when it comes time to discuss.
I was mildly apprehensive about the reread – is it as good as I remember? Is it too soon to read it again? Have I built it up too much? Thankfully, my apprehensions were for naught – the book is every bit as glorious as I remember, and I am getting even more out of it with this reread. Being familiar with the story means that I’m really able to focus on the beauty of Doerr’s prose. The way he plays with senses is so effective and makes his writing is incredibly evocative.
Anyway, this isn’t the space for a full review (I already did that here), I just wanted a bit more space to gush about this amazing book, and implore you to read it if you haven’t already, and reread it if you have.
What are you reading on this fine Sunday?