I loved every single thing about The Snow Child: A Novel by Eowyn Ivey.
Mabel and Jack are a married couple living in Alaska. They moved there to try and make a go of a life on the frontier. The wilderness and environment provide plenty of struggle, but there is also internal struggle for Mabel and Jack. Ten years ago, Mabel had delivered a small stillborn baby. They ache for a child, the sound of footsteps running, the giggles and laughter, but it doesn’t seem that they will ever have their wish.
Until one night when Mabel and Jack in playful moment build a snow man out in the snow, only they build a snow girl, complete with a cute scarf and mittens. The next day, they find the scarf and mittens missing and no sign of the snow girl. Soon, they see a real girl, flitting between the trees and she is wearing the scarf and mittens.
Mabel remembers an old fairy tale from when she was younger about an old couple building a girl out of snow, who comes to life. Could this be what happened?
They eventually meet Fiana and she becomes a part of their life. A magical part of their life. Sometimes she seems not real and other times very real.
It is a beautiful story, very well written. I was so enthralled that I only highlighted one small note at the very beginning:
“All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds.”