Remember I was making a book list? My top twenty books? And I lost the list? Well, I've been thinking about it again. (I think about books a lot. I'm surrounded by them, so there's no escape even if I wanted to escape. There are bookcases in every room except the bathrooms, but I don't want to escape to a bathroom.)
So anyway, the list. I think I'm up to number 17. I think. And it's this:
All the Light We Cannot See. All I can say is that it made me cry. Please read it.