I'm writing a new book!

I'm working on writing a new book.  I'm calling it, 'The Boy Who Stood Upon the Roof'   :D
It's a paranormal type of book.  You know, ghosts, deaths, and hauntings.  The normal.  Anywho, here's a short excerpt from it:

December 5^th, 1882

           

            The snow fluttered down like daisy petals being plucked right out of the sky.  Many, if not all, of the trees were bare.  Young Henry starred out of a lonesome window that resided in his small home.  The snow is so beautiful… He thought.

            Henry walked quickly over to where his ratty old coat was hanging of off a chair almost about to give in to the wood-eating bugs that infested it.  He picked up the coat and placed it on.  He latched together the large buttons and moved his arms a bit to adjust.  He looked at his hands and remembered that he should put on his mittens.  He checked the chair but couldn’t find them.  Henry looked all around the small room but they weren’t anywhere.

He took a frantic glance over his shoulder and called out, “Mama?  Do you know where I put my mittens?”


Tell me what you think!

Thanks!