Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sunday Sentence: All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr


Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.


All winter the Germans drive their horses and sledges and tanks and trucks over the same roads, packing down the snow, transforming it into a slick bloodstained ice-cement.  And when April finally comes, reeking of sawdust and corpses, the canyon walls of snow give way while the ice on the roads remains stubbornly fixed, a luminous, internecine network of invasion: a record of the crucifixion of Russia.

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

1 comment:

  1. this book is plain awesome! I need to put my act together and try to write a decent review

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