" Dear Snow,

Yes, I can read now. I don't recall ever having met you, but I'm sure that even as a baby I must have been very proud to be associated with a girl like you who I've only ever heard good things about. I'm your usual kind of thirteen year old with the usual kind of personality-- usual kind of usual kind of, good grief, oh well-- except that I don't always show up in mirrors. I'm hoping this might help me in my future career someday, though I'm not sure exactly how. I don't know what's deceived you into thinking I'm cool, but if it's the way I turn up the cuffs of my pants, I only do that because Hannah Philby came back from her French vacation wearing her pants that way and everyone said 'oh la la' and copied her. So you see I do what I can to be just like everybody else. "

― Helen Oyeyemi , Boy, Snow, Bird