I can't concentrate on anything except short stories right now, so I decided to read this. Anthony Doerr has such a lovely way with words: "When he looked out the cabin window, he saw wolf tracks crossing the river, owls hunting from the trees, six feet of snow like a quilt ready to be thrown off. She saw burrowed dreamers nestled under roots against the long twilight, their dreams rippling into the sky like auroras." #votedearlyreadathon