Although the characters are teenagers, this is a fantasy that can be enjoyed by an adult reader, such as me, as much as by a teenager. Four very different teenagers meet, as it appears, by chance in a small Irish town, where they discover that they share the fact that they are either adopted or orphans. In the case of American-born Alan, his parents have only recently died in what appears to have been an accident. In the case of the Irish girl, Kate, her parents were murdered in Africa. Meanwhile Londoners Mark and Mo have been adopted by the Reverend Grimstone - who appears anything but Christian - and his wife Bethel, though why they should adopt two children they clearly loathe is left to be explored. Could it be that the coming together of the four prospective friends is more fate than accidental? And then, little by little - and I was utterly absorbed by how the author brought this about - they are seduced by a mountain. I checked it out and the mountain really does exist. It is called Slievenamon - apparently the Gaelic means The Mountain of Women - and at the same time the fantasy theme begins to click into place. Alan's grandfather, Padraig, is the keeper of a terrible, and frightening, secret. I won't spoil it by saying what the secret is. But the four friends, whose very different characters are deeply and convincingly drawn, are attracted to the Gate of Feimhin on the summit of Slievenamon, after which they enter an extraordinary fantasy world, where nothing is ever quite as it appears to be, and where danger appears to threaten with every step.
Things change, people change, creatures change, with mind-blowing vividness and consequences. It was already happening before I even began to glimpse why each of the friends was chosen.
The Snowmelt River is a dazzling creation, one of those long, epic kinds of adventures you just love to live in for a while and don't ever want to stop.