The narrator of As Simple as Snow describes himself as nothing special: “I’m bland. I’m milk. Worse, I’m water.” But super-quirky Anna Cayne pulls him into her world, pushing him to ask questions of life and send out his own coded messages in reply. And then she disappears. There’s a hole in the ice with her dress perfectly laid out beside it. And the search begins. Was it accidental? Murder? Suicide? Planned to look like suicide? It’s a suspenseful romp through Anna’s secret world and no satisfactory answer is ever given. It’s the journey that’s important—and the narrator takes us along for the ride.