It was bitterly cold up on Laurel Summit.
Not too cold for a book and a thermos of coffee at a picnic table in the effete rays of the winter sun. Were the sun's rays ever so ineffective? On those rare occasions when we get brief tastes of a real winter, I like to read books that are about the season, and I like to do it in the cold. This most excellent novel was The Winter Soldier by Daniel Mason: an instant favorite set in the mountainous eastern reaches of a rapidly-waning Austro-Hungarian Empire during World War I.
No comments:
Post a Comment