The Snow Child, by Eowyn Ivey, is on my current favorites list. You can check another source for a more complete summary, but here's mine: A childless couple lives in Alaska and wants a child. They build a snow child out of snow and then they see a real child flitting in and out of the woods. Is she real? Is she for them? And so the story goes . . .
It's more fairy tale than fiction as far as genre goes. It is itself, and it is lovely.
I checked it out of the library, and I felt like Ivey sent me my own beautiful gift. It is kind, it is gentle, it's about hope and love and losing and finding.
It's lovely.
I think Santa is going to bring me a copy. I will put it next to the other books I use as literary comfort food, warm and filling.
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