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As the snow fell – and kept falling – it seemed like fate [well, at least it would have done if I believed in fate!] that I should be reading a book in which the cast of characters find themselves trapped in a remote and mountainous Norwegian hotel after a heavy storm of, you guessed it, snow. It should be pointed out that this snowstorm is considered extreme even by Norwegian standards, and far outstrips the few inches of snow that is currently sitting outside my window [I’d imagine that most Scandinavians find Britain’s inability to cope with snow ...

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