Winter (The Lunar Chronicles, #4)

by Marissa Meyer

Jacin was the one person who could make her feel beautiful without it seeming like a bad thing.

It was their seventeenth kiss (her brain interface was keeping a tally, somewhat against her will),

It was unnerving, to think she was being psychoanalyzed by someone who frequently complained that the castle walls had started bleeding again.

Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.

broken isn’t the same as unfixable.”