The Summer I Turned Pretty The Collection

by Jenny Han

Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away … but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours.

Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.

“So you don’t mind when her lips touch dead animal and then they touch your, um, lips?”

anger gives you speed.

She’d known me my whole life. It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

there was a place for everything, and everything was in its place.

three in about three minutes.

A message in a bottle.

is all i can do-o

Mini golf is not where you go to hook up. That’s what the drive-in’s for.

was about to lose his flip-flops.

um why is THAT imp rn

incredible kind of brute strength, the kind only mothers have.

She was their mother.

oh rly? i had no idea

the forever kind of friendship, the kind that spans over boyfriends and beaches and children and lifetimes.

susannah and laurel >>

I’m glad we had that night. Because by May, it was all over.

no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can’t stop yourself from dreaming.

the kind of girl who was going somewhere and knew exactly how she was going to get there.

with everything in life, there’s the game-changing moment. The one moment everything else hinges upon, but you hardly ever know it at the time.

“By myself?”

Who, by the way, is hotter than him,

Jeremiah looked up to Conrad and Conrad looked out for Jeremiah.

my dad only spoke if he had something to say.

I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

Dumb, boring Conrad.

and yet

Summer colds sucked more than anything.

for about as long as I’d made her wait.

He gave me a slow grin, like he was used to being woken up this way. “Morning,” he said. Jeremiah might have been hard to wake up, but he was never a grouch when he finally did.

“He’s right. I suck at highlighting. I just end up highlighting the whole page.

girl same

every summer, every boat ride, every sunset.

He was so un-self-conscious and easy with who he was.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before.

The future is unclear. But it’s still mine.

When your eyes start to close and all you want is your bed, dance breaks will get you through.

“Dating” didn’t feel like the right word for it. We were just together.

My boyfriend, my Jeremiah. The first boy I had ever fallen asleep next to.

The first boy I ever told about the time I accidentally walked in on my parents doing it when I was eight. The first boy to go out and buy me Midol because my cramps were so bad, the first boy to paint my toenails, to hold my hair back when I threw up that time I got really drunk in front of all his friends, the first boy to write me a love note on the whiteboard hanging outside my dorm room. YOU ARE THE MILK TO MY SHAKE, forever and ever. Love, J. He was the first boy I ever kissed. He was my best friend. More and more, I understood. This was the way it was supposed to be. He was the one. My one.

It was turning it into a secret that gave it power.”

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

I’m gonna drag my nails across his face when I see him. I’ll leave him so scarred, no girl will ever hook up with him again.”

We were still figuring out how to be in each other’s lives without being everything to each other.

she had her sorority friends, I had my friends from my hall. But we still had each other.

crammed in close the way you have to be when you are sleeping in a dorm-room bed.

Friendship in college was different that way. You spend all this time with people, sometimes every day, every meal. There was no hiding who you were in front of your friends. You were just naked.

genuine affection between them, but more than that: there was love for us.

I hated to wake up early, hated it more than almost anything.

two peas in a trendy little color-coordinated pod.

“I want a chocolate cake,” he said. “With raspberry filling.”

BEST CAKE EVER

“I want a picture with the Fishermen!”

wouldnt be surprised if their last name was kept as fisher just so that this joke could be cracked haha

“Oh, man, Mom’s gonna kill me. I was supposed to talk you out of getting married, not get roped into the wedding party,”

“You can’t put being in love on a scale,” I said. “Either you are or you aren’t.”