Julia

“One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas."
"What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean."
"Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.”
― Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.”
― Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“It was fine," I said stiffly. "We played Mouse Trap."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" she asked, throwing me a terrible grin. "I have to go give Rachel a quick bath. Feel free to make yourself some cocoa or whatever you like!"
She stopped short of adding "...future child-bride of my only son.”
― Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“Tobin," Mom said disapprovingly. She wasn't a particularly funny person. It suited her professionally - I mean, you don't want your cancer surgeon to walk into the examination room and be like, "Guy walks into a bar. Bartender says, 'What'll ya have?' And the guy says, 'Whaddya got?' And the bartender says, 'I don't know what I got, but I know what you got: Stage IV melanoma.”
― John Green, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances