I am enjoying reading the haunting novel, All the Light We Cannot See for my book club this week. I am not a big historical fiction fan, but this book continues to draw me in thanks to its exquisite descriptions and word choice. The metaphors slip through the text; sometimes I almost miss them but always, just at the last second, catch one and savor its detail. Those are the best kinds of metaphors- the ones that don’t make themselves obvious, screaming, “Look at me! I’m a metaphor!” The ones I cherish are the ones that almost go unnoticed- a hidden, surprise spice that kicks in at the end of a tasty spoonful.