All the Light We Cannot See

I'm very ashamed to say that i didn't love this book as much as the critics, literally every end of the year list, and my mom said I was supposed to. Maybe I'm just perverse. I really did enjoy the writing style and the two main characters but I never felt like I really engaged with it.
When I found out it took the guy ten years to write, I understood my issue: it's too darn cleanly written. Everything is as perfectly placed as the machinery this guy's so fond of eulogizing. And it pisses me off. I wanted some sort of spark, something that added a weird, unexpected dimension and threw a wrench into these flat little characters, who are all so conveniently obsessed with poetic pursuits.
Also, I just kept thinking of this as like the more political version of the invention of Hugo Cabret and honestly I liked that book better.
I also despise too explicit epilogues; I don't need to know how gross, old, and purposeless my spunky lil characters have gotten.
This is an extremely crabby review and I did actually enjoy this book so I'm giving it a four. But that's mainly so I don't bring down its exceptional rating. Heaven forbid.