Mind of Winter (Hardcover)
April 2014 Indie Next List
“On a snowy Christmas morning in a Detroit suburb, Holly Judge asks her daughter Tatiana to help her prepare dinner for their guests while her husband drives to the airport to get his parents. Holly reflects on the circumstances of Tatiana's adoption but her recollections become more and more confusing as the day progresses and she feels that 'something has followed them from Russia.' Kasischke has accomplished a remarkable feat in writing a highly suspenseful novel with very little action and whose heart-wrenching conclusion will haunt you long after you finish reading.”
— Pierre Camy, Schuler Books & Music, Grand Rapids, MI
Laura Kasischke, the critically acclaimed and nationally bestselling poet and author of The Raising, returns Mind of Winter, a dark and chilling thriller that combines domestic drama with elements of psychological suspense and horror—an addictive tale of denial and guilt that is part Joyce Carol Oates and part Chris Bohjalian.
On a snowy Christmas morning, Holly Judge awakens with the fragments of a nightmare floating on the edge of her consciousness. Something followed them from Russia. Thirteen years ago, she and her husband Eric adopted baby Tatty, their pretty, black-haired Rapunzel, from the Pokrovka Orphanage #2. Now, at fifteen, Tatiana is more beautiful than ever—and disturbingly erratic.
As a blizzard rages outside, Holly and Tatiana are alone. With each passing hour, Tatiana’s mood darkens, and her behavior becomes increasingly frightening . . . until Holly finds she no longer recognizes her daughter.
About the Author
Laura Kasischke teaches in the MFA program at the University of Michigan. A winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry, she has published eight collections of poetry and ten novels, three of which have been made into films, including The Life Before Her Eyes.
“It is not enough to say that Kasischke’s language is ‘poetic’ . . . [T]he language catapults us into another plane of existence, one of facade and reflection.”
— New York Times Book Review
“Leave-the-lights-on-tonight frightening, with a quiet edge of horror that is much more effective than gore.”
“A terrifying brew of family drama and horror...The awesome ending doesn’t disappoint.”
— Entertainment Weekly
“Impossible to put down.”
“MIND OF WINTER is a tightly coiled story of suffocating love and undeniable horror. Its grip is remarkably chilling, masterfully poetic, and psychologically unrelenting.”
— Ivy Pochoda, author of Visitation Street
“If I could stand on a mountaintop and shout over the land, I would do it now: This book is magnificent! It’s a gripping psychological thriller, at once both charmingly domestic and flat-out terrifying. Laura Kasischke writes so well that she leaves me inspired and very, very jealous.”
— Elin Hilderbrand, author of Beautiful Day
“Thought-provoking and chilling, MIND OF WINTER will have you looking over your shoulder as you tear through the pages to the shocking and heartbreaking conclusion. It will leave you questioning not only what is real, but also what it means to be a good mother.”
— Kimberly McCreight, New York Times-bestselling author of Reconstructing Amelia
“An unknown horror hovers just out of reach in this gripping psychological thriller...Kasischke skillfully mixes an insightful look at a damaged woman with a twisty plot that builds to a shocking ending.”
— Publishers Weekly
“A genuinely disturbing tale, each layer perfectly crafted, stacked together like a set of Russian nesting dolls, the tiniest one at the center the horrific secret that everything else depends upon....Both a masterwork of evocative prose and a bone-chilling page-turner.”
— Jennifer McMahon, New York Times-bestselling author of The Winter People
“A book that will haunt you for days and long, long nights after reading.”
— Booklist (starred review)
“A nightmare-inducing domestic mystery...Kasischke knows that what lurks hidden in the shadows is scarier than any monster we can see. She also knows that, scared as we may be, we can’t resist a peek.”
— Boston Globe