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I’m dedicating a whole post to one book because I liked it that much.

The Snow Child

The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey was an unlikely choice for me. I don’t often read modern fiction. I’m not against it, I just don’t often find modern fiction suits my taste and interests. But there are always exceptions and this one is a shining example.

I found The Snow Child by looking at the list of Pulitzer Prize winners, an award I respect and used to inform my purchasing as a librarian. It had been several months since I last browsed the list and I hadn’t seen this year’s picks.

The Snow Child was a runner up for the Fiction Prize and when I read their synopsis I was hooked.

 “an enchanting novel about an older homesteading couple who long for a child amid the harsh wilderness of Alaska and a feral girl who emerges from the woods to bring them hope.”

Yes, please.

It’s probably not surprising that I would be drawn to a book about a childless couple finding hope through a child.

And my instinct was correct.

The way Ivey explores the relationship between the couple and the child was so delicate. It makes me wonder what her experience with foster care and adoption is.

The best word for what happens is that the older couple “woo” the girl, slowly building mutual trust and a relationship. It’s so true to how parenting a child from a hard background is in real life. I think anyone with experience in building a relationship with a child they love who has a broken background apart from their own will enjoy this story.

I don’t want to give anything away, but the novel constantly teeters on the edge of fantasy and reality right up to the end.

I can wholeheartedly recommend this book.

I also have the winner, The Orphan Master’s Son on hold at the Library. When I get to read it I’ll post my thoughts.

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Here’s a glance at what I’ve been reading lately. I started to crave Wendell Berry as I approached the warm months. These books quenched my thirst.

A Place on EarthA Place on Earth. Wendell Berry was new to me last year thanks to Sarah Clarkson’s inclusion of Hannah Coulter on a list of her favorite works of fiction. I fell in love hard and fast and read Hannah twice, once to myself and once aloud to my husband. Then I went on to read Jayber Crow, The Memories of Old Jack, and The Adventures of Andy Catlett. Berry’s writing satisfies my love of rich characters, a sense of place, and incisive looks into the human spirit.

Nathan CoulterNathan Coulter. I didn’t like this one as much as I have the others, although I enjoyed reading more about Nathan’s story. It has a whiff of the dark and negative themes that seemed so popular in the mid-century novels.

Everybody Was So YoungEverybody Was So Young. I cringe at the word “favorite” because I don’t like making judgment calls about what’s better or this and that, but biography is probably my favorite genre of writing. This biography of Gerald and Sara Murphy is fascinating and illuminating, sad and strangely beautiful.