I really, really didn’t enjoy this novel, which took as its basis, the doomed Donner Party of the mid-19th century. The Donner Party was a group of covered wagons which sought to reach California in the 1840s. Getting a late start, the party failed to clear the Sierra Nevada Mountains before the winter snows made passage impossible. Cannibalism ensued; certainly the basis for a potentially captivating novel, potential which is not even remotely realized.
The author of this book injects supernatural aspects into the historical record to weave a tale which at times comes across as almost bi-polar. At times, the book reads like a Harlequin romance “bodice ripper”, at other it reads like a poor man’s Stephen King novel. At others, it reaches for historical fiction. The result is a mess. Though not a very long book, it read much longer due to the fact that many scenes seemed to repeat themselves over and over again.