Josie has thirty-eight years old and is happy that night. In a dark camper, with the two children of her and the unknown woods around her. You know that her is a passing happiness, and that everything is wrong. You should not be in Alaska, an area of the country that is America but also is not, it is the place of oblivion and wandering travelers. She shouldn't be in an anonymous four-wheeled house, without cash in your pocket. Irrintorcoliable. She was a dentist and she is no longer. The father of her sons left her. You have a lawsuit in the ribs and a remorse that torments it. She believed in a country that no longer exists, canceled by the hardness of the economic crisis. Thus Josie rebelled: she took her sons of her (kidnapped, you could tell, to her father's sensive), he loaded them on a camper and left, without a plan. Paul, eight, "the cold and thoughtful eyes of a glacial priest", more sensible to his mother. Ana, five years, "a continuing threat to the social contract", an animal with green eyes and "the ability to identify the most fragile object in any room and break it with incredible alacrity". And now they point straight to Alaska. A parent should not first keep your children away from useless dangers and avoidable traumas? Instead she dragged them to Alaska, which is not at all a magical place from crystalline air, but a place suffocated by the hose of dozens of scattered fires for the whole state as galeotti fleeing. But it is also the land of heroes, and Josie needs to find one: find me a brave, a bold, she asks the dark trees. Find me one who doesn't pull back. Dave Eggers returns to tell contemporary America and what remains of a disastrous family that starts towards the border. And in addition the bright and almost utopian trust, despite everything, that something similar to the original American dream exists yet, somewhere under the ice.