While I read the novel, I became lost in the miraculous appearances of Faina. Was she real? Esther, the neighbor, didn't think so. She had never seen hide or hair of her. However, I became lost in the world of Jack and Mabel. I began to think Faina had to be real. Who could hunt and kill animals like her? Who could survive such hard winters? Didn't she have to be real? She had a father. Jack had seen him. There is a thin line, I think, between fantasy and truth.
As I continued to read THE SNOW CHILD A NOVEL by EOWYN IVEY, I began to feel reality step back in place. I suppose when a heart's desire comes so easily it can disappear just as easily leaving the lesson that with happiness must come a time of letting go. However, in the letting go there is always a gift left behind to help scale the obstacles. EOWYN IVEY wrote about this in this way.
"He took hold of Mabel's hand, and when she turned to him, he saw in her eyes the joy and sorrow of a lifetime."