(You don’t have to do any of that, but it will lend a great deal to the mood). Get some cocoa or tea, and venture out into the wintery chill of the evening wrapped in a blanket to read the last chapter. I recommend one read the entire book in a chilly, gray weekend or afternoon (maybe just after Thanksgiving). The setting calls to mind the smell of the first snow, the chill in the air, the coziness of being inside and the crisp serenity of ventures into the snowy landscape. I still enjoyed it, but I wish I could have traded the early weeks of summer for brisker days of late fall and early winter when the book takes place. Sadly, I read it at the wrong time of year. The mood the author creates sweeps over the reader the way a winter wind shifts the snow, covering the landscape in an even, eerie white. The Vanishing Season focuses on discovery.
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