As I read this I felt transported from the unrelenting heat of summer in Phoenix to a forever gray and snowy February in a small cut-off town. I remembered cold and dreary and why the last months of winter are the hardest to bare. The summer months in Phoenix are similar to this, unforgiving sun and heat cause abandoned streets and playgrounds. I felt connected in a mirrored way.
The inhabitants of one closely-knit town are experiencing perpetual February. It turns out that a god-like spirit who lives in the sky, named February, is punishing the town for flying, and bans flight of all kind, including hot air balloons and even children's kites. It's February who makes the sun nothing but a faint memory, who blankets the ground with snow, who freezes the rivers and the lakes. As endless February continues, children go missing and more and more adults become nearly catatonic with depression. But others find the strength to fight back, waging war on February.
This fairytale for all ages reads in chopped up narrative and character thoughts. Tiny moments from every perspective pieced together to create a fantastical story that will run you through the gamut of emotions; sadness, depressions, heartache, frustration, hope, joy, and happiness. A small book with a big heart. This is one of the best books I have read, ever.