Fun fact:  Iceland isn’t actually made of ice like you’d expect.  It’s really quite green. In fact, Greenland has more ice.  There’s an old Norwegian tale as to why these names are reversed that’s quite fun, even if not accurate.   

 

My husband traveled to Iceland several times with work when we lived in Germany.  I was always jealous.  The harsh beauty of a raw and largely untouched place fascinates me.  

 

From the language to the local food and drink to the beauty of the surroundings, this book only solidified my desire to travel to Iceland in real life someday.  

 

Catherine lives an ordinary, steady life.  She won’t admit it, but it’s centered around grief and guilt.  Mack has a vibrant and ever changing existence focused on the beauty of art.  But it’s actually a cover for what he won’t reveal.  When Catherine meets him on an assignment, she is mesmerized by how different they are.  There’s something in him that she’s deeply drawn to.  

 

… “is to stop being in such a hurry to produce something.  If I’ve learned anything over the ears, its that you need to let an experience transform you before you can translate it into an object.”

 

The romance between Mack and Catherine is much the same.  Sometimes unsettling and often mystifying, the pull between the two isn’t apparent.  But over time and through experience, it begins to transform both parties.