Today I finished All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. It was so beautifully written and I’ve been lost in it for days. I’m glad I read it, though I found the ending really difficult. Not badly written, it was the right ending. I just wanted characters I’d grown to love to have certain things. I had to keep reminding myself that it’s a book about war. As good as it was, a novel with such intensely emotive language about WWII…it was really hard to read right now. So, that's a warning for ya.
There were days I was going between that and then watching Outlander (with the Jacobite Rebellion and the Battle of Culloden), and then I’d watch the news, and it was just TOO MUCH.
Next up: It’s self care time! I’m going read A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Beck Chambers. Cozy scifi for the win!
