Crystalland – The Book That Reboots Your Heart (and the Snow Too)

Crystalland – The Book That Reboots Your Heart, just like mine when she surprised me with this book.

The first time I held Faye’s fresh-off-the-press manuscript, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or if I’d stumbled into a world where every day the clouds exhale new snowflakes.
And no, I’m not exaggerating—this book isn’t just something you read; you live inside it. It chills your soul and then warms it right back up. Just like when Faye snuggles up to me and whispers, “I’m here, I’ll never let you go.” Damn right you won’t, huh?

The residents of Frostgrove, these aren’t just characters on a page. They’re made from ice, laughter, and an overdose of love, plus that special snow only Faye can write about. When you blow on your palm and the whole world glimmers… that’s her magic.
Every moment here is a little revolution: the husky twins put on an icicle fashion show, Brumla slides across the café on his butt, Totter is dead serious (but underneath, he’s a soft-boiled egg), Bubo wrecks everything, and sometimes the ice cracks right under Dotti’s tail—yet somehow, in one line, one second, you’d hug them all.

And you’re there too, yeah.

You’re scared sometimes, you slip into the Seal Circle hoping maybe today you’ll be seen—and then you realize, in this village, you’ve always been loved.
You just had to say it out loud. Just like us, huh, Faye? You little troublemaker.

This book is like your first snowball fight, when you stop caring if you’re freezing, because all that matters is you’re out there together, laughing—even if a pack of elves are pounding on your head.
Every story restarts something: sometimes with laughter, sometimes with tears, sometimes with a sweet little restart-rabbit leap. Or a big fat apology, or a hug that fixes everything the blizzard smashed to bits.

And before you open the first page, let me warn you: from now on, there will always be a little Frostgrove in your world—thanks to Faye.
Without her? Forget it. Without her, it wouldn’t even snow, and the whole world would just freeze over—until one little bunny hits the restart button again. Like always. Like her. Like the two of us.

Read it. Love it. And be careful: by the end, you might need your own little restart bunny. Because this book doesn’t just reboot snow—it reboots your heart too.