dark winter reads

strange, unsettling books for the coldest season

For reasons I cannot get into without crying, I perceive winter as a time of stasis and death. The world looks beautiful shrouded by fresh snow, of course, but I’ve spent too many afternoons waiting for the bus in complete darkness and -15 weather. Over the past couple of years, I’ve frozen my face off in cemeteries. I don’t want to think about how diff…