Perhaps I speak a different language than "The Language of Light". This story had a decent start -- a young widower finds herself trying to build a life for her and her two sons soon after her husband dies. Leaving the urban city for the rural country life in the old family home of her father's family, the Mom is looking for the meaning of life. Her father was a professional photographer and absent from home for much of his own children's upbringing. (I guess a man has to have his priorities.) The daughter, now the widower, has always had a passion for photography and is feeling a pull to follow her father's footsteps. She is torn between knowing if she is good enough to make it a career and wondering how to balance a career and motherhood at the same time. There are varying characters, circumstances and romances intertwined in the story, as well as regrets and remembrances but I just could never quite get the story to click for me. The basis of the story had potential, but it just seemed to fall flat. The ending seemed very rushed and I didn't feel that there was much resolution in the personal issues presented. For this reader, someone forgot and left The Language of Light on the dimmer switch mode.