Every winter, like a fool, I convince myself that I’m looking forward to the summer. I long for the days where I can trade my snow boots for flip-flops, turn my New York apartment’s heating off and A/C on, and swap my hot coffee for a cold brew. And every summer, like a fool, I lounge on the beach on an aggressively hot day, Bahama Breeze in one hand, a good summer read in the other and think to myself, “Boy, I sure miss winter.”
Instead of getting caught up in a never-ending existential purgatory like myself, I’m here today *clears throat* to make the case for meeting in the middle and bringing a little cool to the heat. Here are seven frosty thrillers, set in locations ranging from the French Alps to Antarctica, that will (hopefully) make you reconsider your definition of a “beach read.”