Winter has finally reached the Palouse. The snow is falling, the snow is sticking, the snow is piling up. The gentleman friend reports five more inches due today and tonight. The air is a flurry of snowflakes. A gust of wind fills the air with powder. Icicles hang from roofs and cars. Afternoons are marked by building snow fortresses around my backyard to keep trespassers out, sticking burs into the walls to get stuck in the clothes of any who try to cross, footprints in the snow marking when intruders have breached my defenses. Nighttime: Branches arcing and entangling over my street, silhouetted against blue air and the warm glow of streetlamps, the cold stillness broken only by the gentle flakes falling from the sky.
I've finished The Fault in Our Stars (for now I'll just say this: there was A LOT of hype around the release of John Green's latest novel, and it was worth it) so now I'm craving a read to suit the weather. There are lots of novels dubbed beach reads, so let's brainstorm some snow reads. I've got checked out from the library The Help and The Forgotten Garden, but neither sound like the thing. The only books I can think of are Need and Entice which are plenty wintry but not exactly quality. Any suggestions, o illustrious readers? I know some of you can't post comments, so emails work, too.