It’s light, but it’s worth reading because Gerri Hill can do dialogue and wistful thoughts better than most. She’s also quite good at people screwing up, or being screwed up, in quite plausible, human ways.
The plot is simple: slightly traumatised writer is living a reclusive existence up a mountain when she rescues a lost woman about to be buried under an avalanche. The avalanche happens every year, so our writer is well prepared for a couple of months as a recluse, and she ends up keeping her rescuee with her until the snow thaws. It sounds a bit sinister when I put it like that, but it’s not. The rescuee is straight….. or so she thinks!
Charming, hopeful and a teeny bit convoluted. What’s not to like?