As a passionate winter hater, I didn’t start this book expecting to care much about the harsh landscape of Alaska in the 20th century. But somehow, in only the first few pages, I got sucked into the story of a childless married couple homesteading in Alaska. The way the author describes the Alaskan wilderness started to convince even me to admire and crave the wild beauty of a snowy forest in the mountains. So often during this book, I had to fight the desire to run away to the forest to eat fruit pie by a fire in a cabin. I found the writing to be something special and a perfect fit for retelling the Russian fairy tale.

Guess I’m visiting Alaska soon