The Summer I Turned Pretty (Summer, #1)

by Jenny Han

My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don’t really begin living until June, until I’m at that beach, in that house.

This moment between us, fragile and tenuous, snapped in half. It was over. It would do no good to wonder what he was going to say. Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.

“Best friends are important. They’re the closest thing to a sister you’ll ever have,”

“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”