Well my goal to write a blog post a week, about life in Paris, has gone swimmingly! We have not only had the premiére neige, but the deuxiéme neige too! Still better late than never.
Ottawa, Canada was my home for four year; a city where snow lies thick on the ground for four months of the year. This in no way dimmed my love of it. I’ll still rush outside the moment the first snowflakes begin to fall, to try and capture them on my tongue and on film. I am far more successful at the former than the latter. It is nearly impossible to capture the thrill and wonder of falling snow.
Snow is transformative, it can turn anywhere into Narnia, a magical world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. It’s not only the sparkle it brings, but the quiet. The volume gets turned down on everyday life, so that we can hear other things, older, mysterious things.
Snow makes everywhere beautiful, but it turned Paris, a city that is already stunning, into somewhere truly magical. I am hoping for troisiéme snow this week.
While the snow was falling outside, a friend recommend Miss Smilia’s Feeling for Snow By Peter Hoeg to me. I immediately reserved it at the library, it sounds exactly my kind of book. Three of my favourite books of 2018 have a snow king or frost demon in them.
Spinning Silver by Naomi Novek, The Girl in the Tower by Katherine Arden and Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett.
Clearly I am not the only one enthralled by snow. Do you love snow? Do you have any books featuring snow you can recommend?