Since this one-horse town cannot give me the snow days I so richly deserve, I guess I’ll only be able to experience the stinging cold and ferocious blizzards I crave through books. That’s why I’ve selected the freeziest thrillers out there, and unless I move to Duluth, it’s the closest I’ll come to winter misery and the joy that comes from complaining about it. Naturally, I don’t care to be stalked, menaced, or murdered in a blizzard, like the hapless schmucks in these books. That’s uncool.
