To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)

by Jenny Han

“I wish I could come with you.” Kitty pouts. “You’re nicer than Lara Jean.”

I wonder what it’s like to have that much power over a boy. I don’t think I’d want it; it’s a lot of responsibility to hold a person’s heart in your hands.

Why don’t dads know anything? Does he not have eyes and ears?

I’ll just have to remind myself to be more patient with her, more attentive. She needs me now.

Middle child things

Peter laughs. “You’re so awk, Covey. Your car’s in the shop, right? So how about I pick you up for school?”

Covey....RAHHHH

“Please please please can I get a braid crown?” I ask her, squatting in front of her bed. “No. You can have a side braid and that’s it.”

Okay theyre so cute

I sit down and Peter sits down next to me. He pulls my chair closer to his.

I giggled i fear

Dear Lara Jean, Good job today. Peter

Wait aw

Maybe this is why Mommy told Margot not to go to college with a boyfriend. When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you’ve lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.

To belong to someone—I didn’t know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that’s all I’ve ever wanted. To really be somebody’s, and to have them be mine.

Oh

It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.”

Girl you're beingg too loudddd

“Even when I liked a boy so much, loved him even, I would always rather be with my sisters, because that’s where I belong.”

RIGHT.

“If we run out, I’ll make tuna salad. Sheesh.” “See that you do,” Kitty says, and zooms off again.

Young kitty is my spirit animal

It’s disappointing, how little self-control boys have.

Josh, you break my heart. And you’re a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don’t love me.

Girl i was with you until here

“That’s not going to work on me, Peter.” “What’s not going to work?” I wave my hand in his Handsome Boy face. “That. I’m immune to your charms, remember?” Peter lifts his eyebrows like I’ve dared him. “Is that a challenge? ’Cause I’m warning you, you do not want to step into the ring with me. I’ll crush you, Covey.” He doesn’t take his eyes off mine for several long seconds, and I can feel my smile fade and my cheeks heat up.

EXCRVTBGBFDXXCDVNYTVCD

“Hmm” is all Margot says, and the skeptical look on her face makes me want to x her right off the screen.

margot just agitated me with that i cant lie

“He’s a player. He’s not good enough for you. You’re… innocent. You’re not like other girls. He’s a typical guy. You can’t trust him.”

Boy what did you just say

“I’m just looking out for you.” Josh clears his throat. “You’re like my little sister.”

THE FRICK

It’s kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted, isn’t it?

How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.

Aw poor LJ

Josh stares at me, his cheeks a dull red. “Why you never said anything. If all that time you felt like that about me, why didn’t you say anything?”

Boy if you dont shut yo bubble gum dum dum-

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. “Fine!” he yells. “I’m jealous! Are you happy now?” And then he jerks his head toward mine, and he kisses me. On the lips.

ABSOLUTELY NOT- jail.

I’m going to miss riding around in his car. It was starting to feel like home.

AW

When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit. That’s why you can’t save it all up like that.

“I still can’t believe you’re dating Peter Kavinsky,” Margot says. She doesn’t say it in a nice way, like it’s a good thing. “Can you just… not?” I say. “I’m sorry, I just don’t like the guy.” “Well, you don’t have to like him. I do,” I say, and Margot shrugs.

Idk why but i felt this interaction in my bones

Margot looks out the window, toward Josh’s house. “Josh wants to see me later. I hope he finally gets that we’re broken up and he doesn’t try to come over every day while I’m home. He needs to move on.” What a mean thing to say. She’s the one who’s been calling Josh, not the other way around.

Oh margot...thats not-

Why can’t she just say, Good job, Lara Jean? That’s it. If she could just acknowledge that I’ve been doing my part to keep the family going since she’s been gone. But no.

:(

I’d rather eat alone and read my book, but it’s not like I have much of a choice in the matter.

Realest

You’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.”

HAH WOAHHH NOT TOO MUCH ON MY GIRL -nervous laughter-

There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It’s the kind where you say things you can’t take back. You say them because you can’t help but say them, because you’re so angry it’s coming up your throat and out your eyes; you’re so angry you can’t see straight. All you see is blood.