“The Snow Child” – what a wonderful, wonderful book. Not a single word is excessive, the descriptions of nature are wonderful and rich and succulent, and even if the story is perhaps at times improbable (I noticed a few people are complaining of that), I felt like it did not need much more than what the author, Eowyn Ivey, gave us, readers. But it is truly a pure joy to read, with a lovely language and affectionate descriptions of both nature and feelings of the characters.
I always try to make my reviews of the books not about synopsis, and I truly think a potential reader should go and read the book himself/herself, rather than rely on a summary reviews. What I feel I should strongly underline is that the books is beautifully written, it is descriptive and magical, and Eowyn Ivey’s images of Alaska are absolutely captivating. In this sense, the book is pure excellence. Eowyn Ivey truly made the setting one of the main characters, and it is the one that could be most easily admired and respected. The images of the cold winter sceneries are particularly melancholy, poignant and simply beautiful. The story, perhaps you will find, is predictable and improbable at times. It is loosely based on a Russian fairy-tale. And what fairy-tale gives explanations and answers to its reader? Sometimes you just have to believe.
“The Snow Child” is different, and even if this is not the kind of book you usually will pick up, I think you should definitely give it a try. I really enjoyed reading it, and it brought tears to my eyes a few times, and anyone who likes this type of story will love it.
“The relentless tiny taps of individual snowflakes landing on her coat…” – do you sometimes think that you could hear it, too? Something that we couldn’t possibly be hearing. This observation of the author made me smile with recognition, and “The Snow Child” is full of these magical observations, you just have to read carefully.
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