Why did I love this book?
A passenger in Chicago O’Hare International Airport pressed a battered paperback copy of this book into my hands as I boarded my plane. I was in my early and impressionable twenties, on my way back to the UK, and had no idea that my life was about to change. It’s that kind of book. I knew next to nothing about Greenland, and even less about Denmark. Smilla’s Sense of Snow introduced me to the people, the culture, and the messy history that connects the two countries all wrapped up in a thrilling page-turner. I inhaled it on the flight home, and thus began my journey to Greenland.