Booking Through Christmas Day Thursday

Merry Booking Through Thursday, all! No, no … this isn’t the question you’re probably expecting, that asks about your winter reading habits.

What I want to know today is … what are the most “wintery” books you can think of? The ones that almost embody Winter?
Huh- not the question I was expecting. I can think of books that embody fall, or summer, or spring. Winter, though? Hmm.
The Long Winter, by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I remember reading it as a kid.
A Child’s Christmas in Wales- Dylan Thomas
Wolves of Willoughby Chase- Joan Aiken
Veronica- by Nicholas Christopher. I first read it over winter break in college. And I can’t even quantify what it is about the prose, or the strangeness or the starry imagery. Winter.

Of course- one poem defines winter. Robert Frost.
Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.