This is an older book. It’s an odd little story, which I enjoyed but in a dreamy sort of way which doesn’t really lend itself to enthusiasm. It might work well for fans of Elizabeth Goudge’s children’s books.
See:http://pernodel.wordpress.com/2008/07/31/winter-quarters/
One of my favourite books over more than 40 years. I still love the way it can take me into a place of menace and danger and cheer my heart as well as chilling it.
Tiny, delicate story about a poor family who adopts an odd, wordless foundling boy.