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

by Jenny Han

She’d probably come out soon with a glass of sun tea and a book I should read. Something romantic.

When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

Sometimes I closed my eyes and in my head, I said over and over again, It isn’t true, it isn’t true, this isn’t real.

I was so sick of today. I just wanted to go home.

The summer house was the only place I wanted to be. It was the only place I ever wanted to be.

But they could never be like before. I was never going to be like before.

I used to believe. I used to think that if I wanted it bad enough, wished hard enough, everything would work out the way it was supposed to.