The Wolves of Winter: A Review

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So my favorite type of book is quickly becoming the kind set in the wilderness. I can’t explain it but man versus nature is just so freaking interesting to read.

With that being said this was a great read. There were a few things I didn’t like, mainly the male author’s take on a woman point of view. I just don’t like it. It’s one thing if he tells it in third person and is just telling the story but to do in first person just annoys me. Especially this guy. He was trying to make her too cool and think like a man just because she lived in the woods and hunted for her food. It just bothered me.

Other than that the story was suspenseful and I just wanted to keep reading to see what would happen next.

A recap on the premise:

Forget the old days. Forget summer. Forget warmth. Forget anything that doesn’t help you survive.

Lynn McBride has learned much since society collapsed in the face of nuclear war and the relentless spread of disease. As memories of her old life haunt her, she has been forced to forge ahead in the snow-covered Canadian Yukon, learning how to hunt and trap to survive.

But her fragile existence is about to be shattered. Shadows of the world before have found her tiny community—most prominently in the enigmatic figure of Jax, who sets in motion a chain of events that will force Lynn to fulfill a destiny she never imagined.

It’s very post-apocalyptic, a little science-fictiony. I thought it was a pretty good read. I would be interested if there is a second book, it kind of gave the idea that a sequel was possible. My favorite character was Jeryl.

Best quotes:

“He’s not dead, if that’s what you’re asking.” He turned to her then, meeting her eyes, “But he won’t be bothering us anymore.”

My need to be by myself apparently outlives any flu.

He swayed for a moment, then fell like fucking Goliath.

Grief never goes away. It just changes. At first it’s like molten-hot lave dripping from your heart and hollowing you from the inside. Over time, it settles into your bones, your skin, so that you live with it, walk with it every day. Grief isn’t the footprints in the snow. It’s the empty space between.

It’s amazing how little we need to survive.

This is my last post in 2018. I can’t believe this year is already over. It’s been a better year than others but I am so excited for the new year. I hope you all are to. I’m ready to start new reading challenges and to discover some amazing books. I hope you all have reading goals to and I hope you share your reading journey with me. Happy reading everyone, and have a happy new year!

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Tom Burton says:

    Sounds like a great read! Interesting how certain characters can leave us eager to read more and others can put us off turning the next page. Hope you have a wonderful New Year! ❤

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    1. I hope you do to! Thank you. ☺️

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  2. That quote – “He swayed for a moment, then fell like fucking Goliath”. I had to re-read it twice before I realized that the word was “FELL” not FELT. 😉 I did start to wonder what sort of book you were reading.

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  3. Hunida says:

    It’s always so interesting when male and female authors write in first person of the opposite gender. I get what you mean!

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