

This is the second book I‘ve read by the author. This one was just as dark as the other. Filled with magical realism and ghosts, the story slowly unfolds, just like the slow but steady snowfall. Snow isn‘t just snow in this story. It‘s frigid and beautiful weather, yes—but the author also seems to use it as a blanket, hiding a dark and painful past, which is revealed a little at a time. I didn‘t know about the Jeju Island massacre⬇️