‘The Snowflake was born on a cold, winter’s day far up in the sky, many miles above the earth.
Her birth took place in the heart of a grey cloud that swept over the land driven by the icy winds.
It all came about from one moment to the next.’
Before I write a little bit more about the book, I’d like to talk about how I got my copy. There is a special excitement in handling a book which has been chosen for you especially when it’s been chosen by someone who you’ve never met but with whom you’ve shared the story of your reading life. This is how I received ‘Snowflake.’ It came from a wonderful subscription service provided by the bookshop Lost in Books in Cornwall (www.lost-in-book.co.uk). Each book comes with a specially curated selection of ephemera (I’ve included some in the first photograph) which is a delight. Wonderful.
Like much of Gallico’s work, ‘Snowflake’ seems deceptively simple in style but builds to a moving fable of the nature of being alive. Snowflake finds herself inexplicably alive and falling into a new world. She begins to explore and understand the world, partners, has a family, loses them and returns back into a greater whole.
This first edition is a delicately produced, beautiful book.
The Solitary Reader 