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

by Jenny Han

I’m starving.”

Reallll. Swim meets really bring out the hunger in you, haha.

But the important thing, the real thing, is Chris and I understand each other, which I think counts for a lot more than people realize.

Margot falls asleep like that—one dreamy sigh and she’s off to never-never land, just like that.

Danggg wish I could do that

If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

he assembles a lettuce leaf with pork and rice and kimchi.

Stoppppp I'm literally so hungry right now and this is not helping

Thin Mints are his favorite. If there are Thin Mints in the house, forget about it. Daddy is a Thin Mint Monster.

We both prefer an unripe, greenish banana to a brown speckled one.

“Was I talking to you?” Kitty snaps. “No, I don’t think so. I was talking to my sister.”

“Dude! You’re so gullible!”

In fact, it's written on the ceiling!

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage.

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.

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.”

“See that you do,” Kitty says,

peanut-butter brownies

Ugggh this sounds so good!

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.

how could you stop after Chamber of Secrets? The third one’s the best out of the whole series.

Or a German shepherd I can train to be a seeing-eye dog.” “But you’re not blind,” Peter says. “But I could be one day.”

clam. I don’t get boys.

the whole drive home the air smells like Christmas morning.

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.

But the little things are what make up life.

I always think I could like skiing and then I go on a ski trip and I remember, oh yeah, I hate it.

I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want… life to start happening. I want to fall in love and I want a boy to fall in love with me back.

“I wanted to get you that locket necklace you’re always looking at, but it was gone,”

Hmmmm... Peter?

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.