A classic of American Literature and a powerful story taking place against the cold, gray, bleakness of a New England winter. Ethan Frome is trying to run a farm while also tending to his frigid, demanding and ungrateful wife Zeena. A ray of hope enters Ethan's life when his wife's cousin Mattie arrives to help. His life is transformed as he falls in love Mattie but their fate is doomed by the stifling conventions of the time.
"You wanted to make the supper-table pretty; and you waited till my back was turned, and took the thing I set most store by of anything I've got, and wouldn't never use it, not even when the minister come to dinner, or Aunt Martha Pierce come over from Bettsbridge—" Zeena paused with a gasp, as if terrified by her own evocation of the sacrilege. "You're a bad girl, Mattie Silver, and I always known it. It's the way your father begun, and I was warned of it when I took you, and I tried to keep my things where you couldn't get at 'em—and now you've took from me the one I cared for most of all—" She broke off in a short spasm of sobs that passed and left her more than ever like a shape of stone.