The Summer I Turned Pretty (Summer, #1)

by Jenny Han

He was the kind of boy who still hugged his mother, still wanted to hold her hand even when he was technically too old for it.

She was always on a diet, always watching what she ate. To me, she was perfect.

I wasn’t sure if it was that she fell out of love or if it was that she just never was.

I was his pal. His movie-watching partner, the girl he shared a bathroom with, shared secrets with. I wasn’t the girl he kissed.

“No fair; she’s lighter,”

DANG JUST CALL HER FAT IG

“I thought boys liked it when girls were helpless.” “They like that too. But I just happen to prefer smart, confident girls.”

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.

My mother was the kind of person who would rather be alone anyway. Just ask my father.

CRAZY WORK

I was almost sixteen, practically an adult.

i wouldn't say all that now-

Conrad shifted uncomfortably. “I forgot. Sorry, Belly.”

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“I’ve loved you since I was ten years old.” He blinked. “You’re the only boy I’ve ever thought about. My whole life, it’s always been you. You taught me how to dance, you came out and got me the time I swam out too far. Do you remember that? You stayed with me and you pushed me back to shore, and the whole time, you kept saying, ‘We’re almost there,’ and I believed it. I believed it because you were the one who was saying it, and I believed everything you ever said. Compared to you, everyone else is saltines, even Cam. And I hate saltines. You know that. You know everything about me, even this, which is that I really love you.”

I was so mad I almost wished he’d hit me. I knew he’d never do it, not in a million years.