I still think this is probably a very good book. The writing is rich with detail and emotionally evocative. The story is bleak and desolate and cold and despairing and matches so perfectly the temperatures we have been experiencing this week. We even had a snowstorm here while Alexander was fighting his own escape from bandits through a blizzard. At page 57 after four days, I still haven’t found my rhythm with it. This has more to do with long work hours than Sidorova. To do Age of Ice justice, I am going to lay it aside for now and return to it when I have more free time.