It's cheesy, extremely cheesy. Cheesy like sweet 16. Still I like this book so much. Maybe because the way Park see Eleanor and Eleanor see park is so different. The comparison the author made is so different and alive and new I so much loved it. 
 "Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." 
 "Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive."