This book feels like something I've been waiting my entire life for. It feels the whispered stories I told myself as a child finally echoed back me. It feels like coming home and jumping into an abyss at the same time. I finished it and then stared blankly at the sky until the holes it gouged in my slowly refilled. I'm not one to deeply feel books, I read them and move on, but I can feel this one sticking inside my lungs. I've thought so much about this book that I have nothing left to say, so I'll leave this review with the quote that made me fall for this book, one I didn't even realize was emblematic at the time. Fortitude and desolation and all the white spaces

"Just think, the middle of a blizzard: snow screaming around you, so thick it's darkness itself. No horizon, sky, stars, or moon— not even your own feet! The map's a big blank thing, and there are crevasses lurking. Moving is deadly–stopping might be worse, but he knows all the white spaces"