I remembered liking The Raising more than my blog post suggests I did (this is why I HAVE you, blog), so I totally requested Mind of Winter and it was AMAZING BUT ALSO HORRIFYING. I mean, most of it is just deeeeeply unsettling and claustrophobic with moments of What Is Going On, and builds to dramatics at the end and KAPOW.
So. Holly wakes up all, Something followed us home from Russia. And I’m like, WAS IT A GREMLIN? WAS IT ON THE WING OF YOUR PLANE?
But then Holly rolls out of bed and it’s Christmas morning and she’s overslept and her husband has to tear off to the airport to get his parents and her teenage daughter is being really teenagery about not getting to open presents, and also what they’re having for dinner, and also setting the table, and you know teenagers. EVERYTHING.
And you’re like, Oh. This is all pretty mundane, I guess it’s not that kind of story. But then there’s a blizzard and people start calling to cancel Christmas dinner and Holly’s stuck at home with her daughter who occasionally acts less teenagery and more SUPER FUCKING WEIRD and the snow keeps falling and Holly keeps getting phone calls from an Unavailable number and all these little things keep adding up to a sense of unease.
In the midst of all of which, Holly reflects on the Christmas day thirteen years prior when they landed in Siberia to visit the orphanage from which they would be adopting their (now teenage) daughter, and it’s all very sweet reminiscences on her enormous love for this tiny, huge-eyed Russian toddler, and unfortunate reflections on the conditions of the Siberian orphanage, and a verrrrrry little something seems wrong but you don’t know what. WHY AM I SO UNCOMFORTABLE.
So. Extremely well done. This book goes in the freezer now.