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

by Jenny Han

My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to.

This is our life; there’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

It’s funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are; who you sit next to in music is all about how close your names are in the alphabet. Such a game of chance.

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

I’ve always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

“You need to relax, Lara Jean. Life doesn’t have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen.”

“I just let people believe what they please. I don’t feel like it’s my responsibility to quantify myself for them.

It sure is nice being part of a group, feeling like I belong.

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.