March 7, 2012
I’m convinced this book is magical—it started snowing in the story, and the next time I looked out the window, big fluffy flakes were drifting down to my deck. This quiet, atmospheric story could have been set in any snowy climate, but the characters make it unmistakably Alaskan at its heart, with hardscrabble homesteaders following moose tracks along glacier-fed rivers as the isolation of a woodland winter looms.