The Secret of Snow by Viola Shipman 352
pages
There’s no better way to cool down on a hot and humid St. Louis afternoon than to
read a book that takes place in northern Michigan in the dead of winter!
Sonny Dunes fled
northern Michigan thirty years ago for the sunshine and warm temperatures of
southern California. Palm Springs to be exact. It’s not hard to be a
meteorologist when the weather is the same day after day. But what is hard is
not aging or gaining a few pounds. When the station decides to replace the
fifty-year-old Sonny with a virtual meteorologist, she loses it. On air. Not
good for one’s career.
With no job, Sonny isn’t
sure what to do. She has only one place to turn; her mother, in yes that awful,
awful place in northern Michigan. It’s not that Sunny hates the wintery
weather, which she does with a passion. For her, her hometown is haunted.
Haunted by death of her younger sister, and the survivor’s guilt she has
endured.
Her agent tries to find
her a new gig, but the only person willing to take a chance on her is an old
college classmate whom she despises and has been trying to ignore for years.
Sonny is forced to swallow her pride and move back home, taking up residence in
her childhood bedroom.
The job is as bad as she
had feared. The station wants her to cover all the winter activities in the region.
Did I mention that Sonny hates winter?
Yeah, the job is sheer hell. She has to put on a happy face while hating
every minute and aspect of winter.
As Sonny begins to
confront her past and to make friends with her new colleagues, her heart and
soul begin to melt, freeing her enjoy the attention of a man named Mason and
actually start enjoying her life---and dare I say it, the winter weather.
One thing that annoyed
me about the book was that it starts off in December 2021 and projects through
April 2022. I didn’t feel the plot warranted its futuristic timeline, but maybe
I didn’t understand author Shipman’s reasoning behind it.
I liked “The Secret of
Snow,” and it receives 4
out of 5 stars in Julie’s world. And yes, reading it in the depths of summer
did make me less hot and cranky.