I read this book when I was about 11 years old that was about a boy and his family (possibly Inuit) living somewhere very cold, where they made boats out of seal skins and went fishing and collected oysters and so on. A little way in to the book a snowstorm brewed and there were two different groups within the village where our hero lived, one that walked with the snow blowing against their backs, and one where they walked into the wind. The villagers who took the easier path, walking in the direction the wind was blowing, all died as the snow piled up on top of them. The others survived, but only just.
I loved this book. Don't ask me why - it was quite depressing really, but it was one of my favourites. Anyone who can point me in the direction of the title or author will get big virtual hugs.
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