The Losing Christina trilogy, as this series has been rebranded, consists of some of my favorite YA pulps from childhood. They're very gothic, with all of the hallmarks of the genre-- tempestuous coastal scenery, inclement weather, a stalwart and determined (but often foolish) heroine, and psychological torment and gaslighting, the likes of which you've never seen (unless you read gothic novels, and then you eat that for breakfast).
THE SNOW is book two in the duology and while it's a little weaker than its predecessor, it's still delightful fun. After successfully destroying Anya in book one, the Shevvingtons turn their attention to Christina's younger friend, Dolly, who is bookish, needy, and demanding. Christina tries to protect her friend but Dolly has bought what the Shevvingtons are selling at full price, and constantly betrays her at every turn, thinking that Christina just has a jealousy and a disciplinary problem. It's exhausting.
The story culminates with the promise of a ski weekend, which Christina just knows is going to end up with someone getting hurt, isolated out there in the cold ice and snow. The only question is who-- and how. And how the room of Schooner Inn will be decorated in sick homage to them once they're disposed of as a trophy.
Cooney's writing is, as always, incredibly visual. These books are somewhat sparely written and plotted-- in a lot of ways, the old Point Horror novels were very similar to category romances like Harlequin-- but Cooney navigates deftly within these parameters and does a lot with what she's given. I do wish she had indulged a little more in the melodramatic poetry that made book one such a scintillating read. She does manage to capture some of that here, but there is a noticeable drop-off in that haunting gothic aesthetic.
That said, I still think these books hold up remarkably well and I think they'd be enjoyed even without the added benefit of childhood nostalgia.
3.5 stars