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Book Thoughts: The Snow Child (Eowyn Ivey)

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★★★★★☆☆

Title: The Snow Child
Author: Eowyn Ivet
Genre: Fiction / Magical Realism / Fantasy  Pages: 390
First published: 2012
Edition: Paperback, published in Reagan Arthur in 2012

Alaska, 1920: a brutal place to homestead, and especially tough for recent arrivals Jack and Mabel. Childless, they are drifting apart–he breaking under the weight of the work of the farm; she crumbling from loneliness and despair. In a moment of levity during the season’s first snowfall, they build a child out of snow. The next morning the snow child is gone–but they glimpse a young, blonde-haired girl running through the trees.

Without doubt this is a beautiful story underpinned by beautiful writing, but somehow it did not grab me the way I wanted it to.

I was definitely in the mood for the story and I did feel immersed in the narrative, but something somewhere was missing for me and I have absolutely no clue what it was.

I liked Jack and Mabel as characters. They were believeable and flawed, and I could not help but root for them. I liked the way the girl, Faina, was introduced and how the story developed from there.

Somehow the setting felt hostile to me and maybe that is where my unease stems from. I never felt at ease in the story’s surroundings as Jack and Mabel did and maybe that made me feel a little more distant than I wanted to be.

I did shed a little tear at the end, so it clearly grabbed me enough. There is nothing wrong with this novel. It is a good book, but I don’t think it is one I would re-read.

5 out of 7 stars

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