All the light we cannot see - Anthony Doerr

I had a long flight coming up, and I knew I was going to finish Perdido Street Station - China Miéville, so I bought the only decent-looking book in an airport newsstand: "All the light we cannot see", by Anthony Doerr.

(Unfortunately my copy came with this ugly netflix ad cover rather than the more attractive original cover, which still honestly isn't great but is better)

I absolutely loved the book. It reminded me of Pachinko, but set in the west rather than the east. The fast switching of perspectives gave the thing a really pleasing rhythm, and the end was suitably heartbreaking.