Perfect in structure, perfect in language, perfect in scope. This novel is as perfect as novels come. It is easy to say that of a short story, because the author has so few chances to err. Novels are much more difficult. There can be problems with pacing, with believability, with contrivances, longwindedness, etc. The Snow Child has none of that. The language is simple, arranging ordinary words in beautiful new ways. The plot and premise are ingenious, drawing on that very deep wellspring of mythic symbols to bring a real fairy tale “to life” on the pages of a fiction novel. But don’t just take my word for it. Any debut novel that makes it to the final three in the Pulitzer judging is illustrative of a strong new voice in literature, and Eowyn Ivey has proved herself.