photo by Anna Reavis
“In my old age, I see that
life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed
as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in finding magic among the
trees.” Ada in The Snow Child
The Snow
Child by Eowyn Ivey is a
charming adult fairy tale about wanting and waiting for something that seems to
remain just beyond your grasp until you stop waiting for it, and suddenly it
appears. Part of the lesson is that
while you may not get exactly what you want, what you get may be more lovely
than you imagined it could be. The story
speaks to the yearning we all have to belong to someone, to be part of a
family, to be loved and to love. Even the wildness that seems
bred into the snow child herself doesn’t preclude this desire in her.
I chose to read
the book with some misgiving because I assumed it was going to be just magical
realism, and I don’t always love magical realism, but the story isn’t what it
seems to be at all. You have to read it
to see what I mean. I didn’t love the
ending, but I still recommend it for a sweet, entertaining read.
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