Christophe Chabouté says more with a few pages of drawings and a handful of words than most can say in a feature-length film. This is a short book, and you could probably finish it on a commute—if you don’t mind shedding a tear in front of your fellow passengers. Without giving away too much, this is a story about loneliness and connection. About a man who has lived his whole life in a lighthouse on a rocky outcropping, and another who has framed himself as he expects the world to see him. The illustrations do as much or more of the emotional lifting as the words, and while in a sense they are sparse and simple, they have a certain beauty to them. If you come across this book, I highly recommend giving it a read.