With all the "Snow Days" hitting areas, this year,
don't you wish you had an interesting book to read?
There's never a more appropriate time than a Snow Day to read this book, my story of a boy suddenly snowbound and tossed into the wilderness, where he meets...Mumsket.
He had no chance to react. Before he could turn to run into the cabin or at least duck behind the van, a wall of snow was upon him like a tidal wave. It struck him like exploding concrete at ninety miles an hour, and his stinging eyes were quickly frozen. As he flew backwards with the force, snow filled his ears and the roar-rumble was muffled. Snow crammed into his nostrils and mouth. When he breathed, the frozen stuff was sucked into his lungs, and he choked. He would quickly suffocate if the phenomenon lasted much longer. His brain flashed with pink and blue pixels. Pixels that were both beautiful and sharply stinging until he felt like his head would split in two.
Everything happened in the time it would take a bullet to shoot through the barrel of a gun. Aaron had little time to think, but in many ways it all happened in slow motion. He felt every bit of it. He felt when his back and head struck the tree trunk, and he felt his body suddenly become limp. The snow had returned, a gentle, thick curtain of the stuff, but Aaron had felt the brunt of it. He rolled onto his side, heard and felt the grit of broken bones. He had no oxygen or the energy to call for help. Straining for any breath he could find, his vision slowly turned black from the outside in. He slipped into a deep, blinding sleep.