People either love Anita Shreve, or they hate her. I both love and hate her; how about that? I hated The Last Time They Met and The Weight of Water, and loved Fortune's Rocks and Sea Glass. And consider these: The Pilot's Wife and Eden Close--I loved the beginnings and hated the endings.
Light on Snow was the first Shreve book about which I felt apathetic. It was okay, kind of light on plot: a father and 12-yr-old daughter, grieving from the recent deaths of the family's mother and baby in a car accident, find an abandoned baby in the woods. This baby (and her mother, whom they encounter later) represent what is lost in their lives, and through the action of finding the child and its mother, they begin to heal. It's a nice enough story, but lacking the emotional violence and power of some of Shreve's other books. It's kind of a low-risk Anita Shreve. You won't love or hate it, and it will keep you mildly interested.
Here is a review from the Guardian. I agreed with the reviewer’s observation about the problems with the narrative voice, and the “movie of the week” plot.
(Book 35, 2006)