Terrible terrible book. A couple on their holiday retreat gets caught in an avalanche while skiing which they survive. When they return to their hotel, it’s deserted. The whole village is empty. They are alone. After some failed attempts to contact the outside world and some tries to get out by a car themselves, they decide that there is nothing else to do, so they ski, then they eat and have sex then ski again then ski some more and have more sex then ski ski ski ski... I have now decided that I hate skiing and I hate reading about skiing even more.
When you read this sort of book, you know that there is always something more to the story than meets the eye. You just hope that it would not be a clichéd something. Less than halfway through, I, my dog and even my dog’s dog knew where this story was headed but we all hoped that it would not go there. It did. The ending was mother of all clichés.
I, my dog and my dog’s dog don’t recommend this book.
ski ski ski ski ski ski... whee… wheeee…