To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.

You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.

I want to be near the ocean, Lincoln, the ocean! I want to feel the tides. And i want mountains, too, at least one mountain. Is that too much to ask? And trees. Not a whole forest, necessarily. I'd settle for a thicket. Scenery. I want scenery!

I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me... Cather.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.