"white laced branches dripping rain holes in the crust"

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

I wanted to read The Goldfinch, but the book shop didn’t have it so went for this instead. There are (probably) quite a lot of good quotes hidden in there, but seeing as how it’s pretty verbose and I didn’t have a pen with me when reading on holiday they are lost below my memories of risotto.

This one is quite apt though seeing as snow features heavily.