The Summer I Turned Pretty The Collection

by Jenny Han

It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

It was all in the way he looked at me, just those few seconds. Then he dropped his eyes, like the sun was too bright behind me.

When Conrad Fisher told a girl he loved her, he meant it. A girl could believe in that. A girl could maybe even bet her whole life on it. That was what I would be doing. I would be betting my whole life on him. And I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t.

“I go wherever you go,”