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February is persecuting the townspeople. It has been winter for more than three hundred days. All forms of flight are banned and the children have started to disappear, taken from their beds in the middle of the night. The priests hang ominous sheets of parchment on the trees, signed 'February'. And somewhere on the outskirts of the town lives February himself, with the girl who smells of honey and smoke... In short bursts of intensely poetic language, this beautifully strange and otherworldly first novel tells the story of the people in the town and their efforts to combat the mysterious spectre of February. Steeped in visual imagery, this is a hauntingly enigmatic modern fairy tale - in which nothing is as it seems.
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Strange. Disquieting. Depressing. We need February as much as June or July!
I didn't like the book in the beginning - I felt like I was in a nonsensical dream. The priests in the story really threw me off, but once the story got going, though the dream-like quality remained, the story began to take shape. For one fleeting moment in the story, I sympathized with February. Then my body stiffened and my fingers grew numb from the cold weather I was experiencing real-time as I read, and I got over it real quick. Die, February, die!
I'm not sure if it was a smart move picking this cold time of year to read this particular book on the coldest of NYC train platforms, but that's what I get for choosing to read books blind and without having read the backstory from reviews or the inside jacket.