Ally Wilkes loves the snow. But talk about a one trick pony. Seriously. This doesn’t just follow in the snow-outlined footsteps on her debut novel, it literally regurgitates it.
Sure, yeah, everyone’s told to write what sells and everyone loves a formula and all that, but how lazy is this?
Frustratingly so, because Wilkes is actually a reasonably talented writer, and it would be very nice to see her write somethings—anything—different that a Polar expedition gone wrong.
But no, here she goes again, with a queer protagonist and terrors that lie amid the snow and desolation of the Arctic.
With meticulous attention to detail and some nice language, the production ends up dragging under its own ponderous weight and pervasive bleakness, arriving at something like heavy monotone.
I can’t think of a single time an author—a major-league published author, no less—has done their sophomore effort as closely to their debut as Wilkes did. Did the publisher encouraged this, or is this all she can and wants to do? Who knows. Who cares.
Outside of Artic explorer genre connoisseurs (is that a thing?), it’s difficult to recommend this. Thanks Netgalley.

Another great artic thriller from Wilkes. She knows how to write a story to make you feel like you are right there in the cold, icy lands with them. Great characters, great plot. Creepy and engaging. I hope she keeps writing!!

I didn't care for this. It just didn't suck me in like I was expecting it to. I think I was expecting more of an adventure and it ended up being too heavy for my tastes.

This was so creepy and weird and I enjoyed it wholly. I liked this authors writing style and I would definitely read more from them.