What happens when everything you've got to give isn't enough to save
someone you love?
It's Maine. It's winter. And it's FREEZING STINKIN' COLD! Dinah is
wildly worried about her best friend, Skint. He won't wear a coat.
Refuses to wear a coat. It's twelve degrees out, and he won't wear a
coat. So Dinah's going to figure out how to help. That's what Dinah
does--she helps. But she's too busy trying to help to notice that
sometimes, she's doing more harm than good. Seeing the trees instead of
the forest? That's Dinah.
And Skint isn't going to be the one to tell her. He's a helper guy too.
He's worried about a little boy whose dad won't let him visit his mom.
He's worried about an elderly couple in a too-cold house down the
street.
But the wedge between what drives Dinah and what concerns Skint is wide
enough for a big old slab of ice. Because Skint's own father is in
trouble. Because Skint's mother refuses to ask for help even though
she's at her breaking point. And because Dinah might just decide
to...help. She thinks she's cracking through a sheet of ice, but what's
actually there is an entire iceberg.