A few days ago, I woke up to a light dusting of snow outside my window. It was gone a few hours later but it lingered enough for me to reach out for my copy of Snow by Maxence Fermine.

This is a book I first read a long time ago. I was still living in Italy at the time (hence the Italian edition of the book) and I loved it so much that it was among the very few books that moved to England with me back in 2005.

I haven't read it again since that first time and I think that now might be a good time to do that because - as I looked it up on Goodreads - I was shocked to see it received a rating of 3.74 out of 5 stars!

That must be a mistake... I remember a beautifully poetic and evocative book narrating a fragile story of searching and loving. If I had to rate it as I remember it, 5 stars wouldn't be enough.

I will be coming back to this before the year is over. In the meantime, I'd love to hear your views on this book if you've read it or are reading it.


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