Ghosts aren‘t real, but chasing after an elusive white deer like a questing knight of old is a perfectly rational behavior, right?
The first 2/3rds of the book are magnificent - an atmosphere of cozy yet fearsome magic. The woods and the snow and the rocks and the wind are not your friends. It is a fairytale - and you won‘t want to be stuck in one. Or would you?
Now, the last third of the book, with Candace and the gun, completely shatters this delicate magical atmosphere. She does nothing but detail the plot, eventually dies without contributing anything