The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?

What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.

We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant.

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.