All The Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)

Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl.   OK, it's only a Sunday sentence, but this one really deserves the whole paragraph. It's phenomenal. We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and … Continue reading All The Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)