I’ve read World War II fiction, but never a story like “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. The book follows two teenagers from their childhoods in the thirties, through 1945 and beyond. The first is Marie Laurie LeBlanc. She’s blind and lives with her locksmith father in Paris. The second, Werner Pfennig, grows up in a German orphanage. Their stories begin to intertwine in the book’s opening scene. In a coastal French town towards the end of World War II, Marie Laurie crouches in her great-uncle’s secret attic during an American attack.