White Bird in a Blizzard

I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon-pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance-and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.

Laura Kasischke's first novel. Suspicious River. was hailed by the critics as "extremely powerful" (The Los Angeles Times), "amazing" (The Boston Globe), and "a novel of depth, beauty, and insight" (The Seattle Time...