If you like quiet horror with a nice slow burn, you must read this. It reminded me of reading M.R. James, Algernon Blackwood, or Susan Hill. You're reasonably sure nothing is going to jump out at you on the next page, but never completely sure. The anticipation becomes such that there is terror in the strangest, most mundane things, too. I LOVE IT. 
 This book contains photographs of various Arctic sorts of things, too, and turning a page to be suddenly presented with one of those sometimes made me say OH GOD WHAT IS THAT and jump out of my skin, when really... it's nothing. Just a glacier. Just a trapper's hut. Just my imagination... right? 
 (Right?) 
 This one might have been a five-star, but I had to put it down for a week or so and forgot a few things, had to reread, and that made for a less than perfect reading experience. I'm certainly going to revisit this one though. Perhaps this winter...