This is not the feel-good, Hallmark fluff read I so wanted it to be.
That Wintry Feeling probably rates as one of my least favorite Debbie Macomber books. This is an older one, repackaged as one of her "classics." It's a bit dated, but not much. This one, like some of her other older books, contains more descriptive scenes of intimacy. I noticed they didn't pick up in their level of detail, nor did the characters go all the way, until after they were married. That being said, the descriptions were mild compared to other authors' books.
But all that is not the reason I disliked the book. I didn't care for the way the characters treated each other. They married quickly, for convenience and under some false pretenses. When things got tough, they treated each other horribly, mostly the husband. Horribly! And the woman took it submissively. There were only five fully likeable characters in the book, and they were minor characters (the daughter, the main character's mom, the main character's best friend and friend's husband, and the main character's husband's co-worker). The main character's ex-boyfriend and her sister recently wed after the main character and ex-boyfriend had a very messy break-up. It's obvious that they still have feelings for each other, yet they go on to marry other people out of spite, almost as if punishing each other for the break-up. The main character's husband marries her because he needs a mother for his child (first wife died, plus first marriage was really rough for him). It's no wonder none of them are truly happy in their marriages. The ex-boyfriend makes matters worse with his lecherous actions through letters and in person.
The main character ultimately realizes how shallow her love for her ex was, and that she really was not in love with him anymore when she married the other guy. Honestly, she should have given herself more time to heal and figure out her feelings. She realizes them too little too late and it pretty much ruins her marriage, which is later saved in a nice and tidy, quick ending.
Oh, and the dog dies. Need I say more?