It's Not Summer Without You (Summer, #2)

by Jenny Han

time mine wasn’t watered down. We all took a shot together, and when I gulped mine down it burned so bad tears streamed down my face. Conrad and Jeremiah started

to hear what else Mr. Fisher said. He didn’t need to. My mother had won. She had done it. A little while later, when it seemed safe, Jeremiah and

But I loved that house, and I hated to say good-bye. Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

He said, “No, don’t stop. I’m the one who’s interrupting.”

I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I’ll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.