All is not well in 1920's Alaska as a couple lives in near isolation together as they struggle to carve a life out of the forbidden landscape. Then one afternoon they share a playful moment and build a snowchild out of the fresh snow. In the morning, the snowchild is gone with only steps leading away from where the snowchild was. Is the child real or not real? Has their longing created a child out of snow, mittens, and a scarf?

The writing is beautiful though by times, the starkness of the landscape made me want to put the book down. However, the desire to know if the girl is real or not kept me turning the pages towards the suspenseful climax.