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

by Jenny Han

I try, I really do, but it’s hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

it’s a lot of responsibility to hold a person’s heart in your hands.

We’re sharing a big bag of Kitty’s Pirate Booty,

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.”

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.

We are sisters, and there’s nothing she or I can ever say or do to change that.

“Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can’t explain it.”