I’ve recently finished “All the light we cannot see”, it was so good. Sometimes I felt like I’m reading a poetry it was so well formed. Like below is a passage from the book, it feels like poetic.
“What is Blindness? Where there should be a wall, her hands find nothing. Where there should be nothing, a table leg gouges hur skin. Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even besides her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair.”
I want suggestions for a book that’s beautifully written. Book Thief, One hundred Year’s of solitude, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. These are some of the books which felt me that way.
by Zenocsz