Winter Street
by Elin Hilderbrand
Winter Street is a delightful, quick holiday read, perfect to read on the plane when you’re traveling home to see the folks for Christmas. The premise grips you, and the first page dives right into the action.
[Kelley] thinks nothing of walking into room 10 without knocking. The door is unlocked, and George hasn’t checked in yet, anyway. George is due on the eleven thirty ferry with his 1931 Model A fire engine, a bespoke Santa Claus vehicle, but he was delayed because of snow in the western part of the state. George has gamely brought the fire engine over and donned the red suit every December for the past twelve years. George weighs in at 305 pounds, give or take the five, and is the jolly owner of a full head of white hear and a white goatee (new since his divorce; before, it was a full beard). Kelley wants George to arrive so that Mitzi will relax. According to Mitzi, no one can possibly replace George, and nothing ruins Christmas like an absent Santa.
When Kelley swings open the door to room 10, he realizes he’s intruding. There are two people in the room, kissing. Kelley’s first instinct—the instinct of everyone he knows when walking in on something private—is to blurt out “Sorry!” and slam the door shut. (He has a quick, unfortunate vision of his aunt Cissy on the toilet during his grandfather’s wake.) But what he just caught the shortest glimpse of, the length of one frame of film, was nothing like his aunt Cissy on the john. It was two people in full, passionate lip lock—“necking,” they used to call it in high school. The click of the door instantly reveals the identity of those people.
It’s George, their Santa Claus, and Mitzi, Kelley’s wife.
If that grabs your attention, you’ll like the book. That’s as deep as it gets. It’s a very short read, ideal to finish that resolution of reading twelve books in the year, and there isn’t very much character development. Then again, not much character development is needed. Readers are instantly sucked into Kelley’s plight, as he walks in on “Mommy kissing Santa Claus”, and as we are introduced to his four grown children, they are equally drawn to their troubles.
I highly recommend this book for all readers, and even non-readers. As charming as a Hallmark Christmas special, and as inoffensive, Winter Street should house a special place on your holiday bookshelf.
[Kelley] thinks nothing of walking into room 10 without knocking. The door is unlocked, and George hasn’t checked in yet, anyway. George is due on the eleven thirty ferry with his 1931 Model A fire engine, a bespoke Santa Claus vehicle, but he was delayed because of snow in the western part of the state. George has gamely brought the fire engine over and donned the red suit every December for the past twelve years. George weighs in at 305 pounds, give or take the five, and is the jolly owner of a full head of white hear and a white goatee (new since his divorce; before, it was a full beard). Kelley wants George to arrive so that Mitzi will relax. According to Mitzi, no one can possibly replace George, and nothing ruins Christmas like an absent Santa.
When Kelley swings open the door to room 10, he realizes he’s intruding. There are two people in the room, kissing. Kelley’s first instinct—the instinct of everyone he knows when walking in on something private—is to blurt out “Sorry!” and slam the door shut. (He has a quick, unfortunate vision of his aunt Cissy on the toilet during his grandfather’s wake.) But what he just caught the shortest glimpse of, the length of one frame of film, was nothing like his aunt Cissy on the john. It was two people in full, passionate lip lock—“necking,” they used to call it in high school. The click of the door instantly reveals the identity of those people.
It’s George, their Santa Claus, and Mitzi, Kelley’s wife.
If that grabs your attention, you’ll like the book. That’s as deep as it gets. It’s a very short read, ideal to finish that resolution of reading twelve books in the year, and there isn’t very much character development. Then again, not much character development is needed. Readers are instantly sucked into Kelley’s plight, as he walks in on “Mommy kissing Santa Claus”, and as we are introduced to his four grown children, they are equally drawn to their troubles.
I highly recommend this book for all readers, and even non-readers. As charming as a Hallmark Christmas special, and as inoffensive, Winter Street should house a special place on your holiday bookshelf.