Friday, April 17, 2015

The Snow Child

     I realize that The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey is not the most timely of choices for a springtime read, but when I read it, we were in the midst of blizzard after blizzard so I like to think that it's the thought that counts.



     So far, this is my favorite book that I have read this year. In it, two homesteaders named Jack and Mabel try to survive the harsh winter conditions of Alaska in the 1920s. The older couple never had children, and the yearning for one in addition to the isolation and back breaking labor required of them begin to not only affect their marriage, but their mental health and emotional wellbeing.

     One night, Jack and Mabel play outside in the snow, finally able to relive the childlike spark that had once been so present in their relationship but had since faded. They make a snow girl and dress her in a coat and mittens and carve delicate features into the snow for her face. They go inside and wake the next morning to see that the snow child and clothes are gone, and in its place the couple can swear that they saw a little blonde girl - in the same coat - running through the woods near their house. The sightings increase, and, as if trying to gain the trust of a wild animal, the couple begin a gentle relationship with this wild girl living in the forest.


     I loved the fairy tale elements that are so masterfully woven within the heartache and joy of reality. Jack and Mabel are some of the most relatable characters I have read in a while; no one is simplified, vilified, or deified. There are some very real, very heavy tragedies in this book, but they are balanced so well with moments of unbridled joy and wonder - and those are the moments that really stuck with me.


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