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.

and he’d notice someone like me.

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them, that’s how they really are. It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

For me there was—is—nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can’t say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

“She pulled out a hunk of my hair.” “Steven, you have a whole head full. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

This was Jeremiah. My buddy, my best pal.