Billy Coffey's writing always makes me feel like I've settled onto an old fashioned front porch with a cold glass of sweet tea. The rockers are comfortable and the conversation heartwarming.
In his debut novel, Snow Day, Billy invites us from the porch into the life of Peter Boyd, a man with an ordinary life in an ordinary small town. But this novel is anything but ordinary. When Peter takes time off of work to enjoy a winter day with his family, we learn just how magical a snow day can be.
Brimming with insight into the human soul, Billy's novel challenges us to slow down, invest in people, and pay attention to what's going on all around us. And if we find that hard to do, we can instead read Snow Day, and allow our hearts to be filled with wonder. A perfect Christmas read.
For a chance to win a free copy of Snow Day, leave a comment sharing your favorite snow memory. I'll start:
The snow was hip-deep that day. My brother, Kenny, and I pushed our bodies through the field that was our front yard, heading toward the dirt road that lead to our friend's house.
I stepped onto a small hill that swooped down toward the road, unaware that a deep overhang of snow had developed overnight. As I moved forward, the shelf of snow gave way, and with a whoop! of surprise I rode a mini avalanche all the way to the bottom. Frigid, white fluff filled my nose and cascaded down my boots, but I didn't mind. Our exhilarating laughter filled the silent, winter air, and for the rest of our walk Kenny and I talked and hooted about my hilarious snow tumble.