By ML Stedman
I unintentionally kept putting this read off. I thought I had already read it. Somewhere along the line of 2015, I merged The Light Between Oceans and All the Light We Cannot See in my mind. They have a similar theme in title, and their covers are very similar.
I’m glad I finally got myself straightened out, because I really enjoyed this novel. This is the type of read I yearn for. The writing was eloquent if a bit brief rather than descriptive. The characters were deliciously flawed and pitiable. The plot was tantalizing as I experienced the consequences of the main characters’ “adoption.”
The tragedy of the story reminded me a great deal of Jodi Picoult as well as the pretty writing. Stedman kept the story very trimmed up and on point. I often find myself enjoying more back story, description, and flowery language. This book didn’t need it, but a tad more might have filled it out.
Over all, a very beautiful read if not a happy go lucky, beach read.