All The Light We Cannot See

There's nothing I could possibly add that hasn't been said already about this magnificent WWII novel, the most beautiful story I've read in ages.
What to cook? There's scarcely any food mentioned, only longing for food.
Canned peaches, shared. A simple galette.
Here's mine, homemade with peaches and plums.
I'm hoping the sea salt is from somewhere near Saint-Malo.