Literature & Fiction
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We'll Always Have Summer (The Summer I Turned Pretty)
Soon to be a streaming series in Summer 2022!
Can Belly make a final choice between Jeremiah and Conrad? Find out in the conclusion of the New York Times bestselling The Summer I Turned Prettytrilogy from the author of To All the Boys I've Loved Before (now a major motion picture!).
Belly has only ever been in love with two boys, both with the last name Fisher. And after being with Jeremiah for the last two years, she's almost positive he is her soul mate. Almost. While Conrad has not gotten over the mistake of letting Belly go, Jeremiah has always known that Belly is the girl for him. So when Belly and Jeremiah decide to make things forever, Conrad realizes that it's now or never-tell Belly he loves her, or lose her for good.
Belly will have to confront her feelings for Jeremiah and Conrad and face the inevitable: She will have to break one of their hearts.
Can Belly make a final choice between Jeremiah and Conrad? Find out in the conclusion of the New York Times bestselling The Summer I Turned Prettytrilogy from the author of To All the Boys I've Loved Before (now a major motion picture!).
Belly has only ever been in love with two boys, both with the last name Fisher. And after being with Jeremiah for the last two years, she's almost positive he is her soul mate. Almost. While Conrad has not gotten over the mistake of letting Belly go, Jeremiah has always known that Belly is the girl for him. So when Belly and Jeremiah decide to make things forever, Conrad realizes that it's now or never-tell Belly he loves her, or lose her for good.
Belly will have to confront her feelings for Jeremiah and Conrad and face the inevitable: She will have to break one of their hearts.
Readers Top Reviews
Christine Churchw
I want Belly's life. She has a perfect love story. I wish could have a perfect love like her. This was an amazing series and I feel like I experienced what the characters felt and went through. This was my favorite book of the series. It's what made me love this story. I would have rather Belly pick Jeremiah though because Conrad was just playing with her heart and Jere was always there for her. I cried and this series invoked many emotions. Love xx
Chellie C. Gaithe
This book is the sequel to The Summer I turned Pretty. The story is about a girl who is really in love with two brothers. It's got all the teenage angst you could possibly want in a teen/young adult romance. I loved it and my teenage daughter loved it too. Now she has passed it on to several girl friends...all of them are torn - which brother would you fall for???
EllieChellie C. G
I read the first two books in the series a while ago. They were really interesting and entertaining. The true love triangle. At first in the series you found out about the lifelong crush Belly had on the tall handsome Conrad. And included is the lifelong crush Jeremiah, Conrad's brother had on her. Now she is older, prettier and all that. That's where the story begins. Now in the final book it ends with guessing and thinking. Belly must make the final decision between the two boys. The two men, now who both love her as much as she loves each of them. Now you must decide who deserves her too. Join Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah on the enticing series. -Elphaba
ErikaEllieChellie
Series is incredible! Would highly recommend this book if looking for an easy quick read
MomOf3inOKErikaEl
Wow this was amazing and everything I had hoped for in a perfect book for anyone looking for a good read😄
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter One chapter one
When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the night. The biggest Slurpee you can find, half cherry, half Coke. Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times, they are tissue-paper thin. And finally, dance breaks. Lots of dance breaks. When your eyes start to close and all you want is your bed, dance breaks will get you through.
It was four in the morning, and I was studying for the last final of my freshman year at Finch University. I was camped out in my dorm library with my new best friend, Anika Johnson, and my old best friend, Taylor Jewel. Summer vacation was so close, I could almost taste it. Just five more days. I'd been counting down since April.
"Quiz me," Taylor commanded, her voice scratchy.
I opened my notebook to a random page. "Define anima versus animus."
Taylor chewed on her lower lip. "Give me a hint."
"Umm… think Latin," I said.
"I didn't take Latin! Is there going to be Latin on this exam?"
"No, I was just trying to give you a hint. Because in Latin boys' names end in -us and girls' names end in -a, and anima is feminine archetype and animus is masculine archetype. Get it?"
She let out a big sigh. "No. I'm probably going to fail."
Looking up from her notebook, Anika said, "Maybe if you stopped texting and started studying, you wouldn't."
Taylor glared at her. "I'm helping my big sister plan our end-of-year breakfast, so I have to be on call tonight."
"On call?" Anika looked amused. "Like a doctor?"
"Yes, just like a doctor," Taylor snapped.
"So, will it be pancakes or waffles?"
"French toast, thank you very much."
The three of us were all taking the same freshman psych class, and Taylor's and my exam was tomorrow, Anika's was the day after. Anika was my closest friend at school besides Taylor. Seeing as how Taylor was competitive by nature, it was a friendship that she was more than a little jealous of, not that she'd ever in a million years admit it.
My friendship with Anika was different from my friendship with Taylor. Anika was laid-back and easy to be with. She wasn't quick to judge. More than all that, though, she gave me the space to be different. She hadn't known me my whole life, so she had no expectations or preconceptions. There was freedom in that. And she wasn't like any of my friends back home. She was from New York, and her father was a jazz musician and her mother was a writer.
A couple of hours later, the sun was rising and casting the room in a bluish light, and Taylor's head was down, while Anika was staring off into space like a zombie.
I rolled up two paper balls in my lap and threw them at my two friends. "Dance break," I sang out as I pressed play on my computer. I did a little shimmy in my chair.
Anika glared at me. "Why are you so chipper?"
"Because," I said, clapping my hands together, "in just a few hours, it will all be over." My exam wasn't until one in the afternoon, so my plan was to go back to my room and sleep for a couple of hours, then wake up with time to spare and study some more.
I overslept, but I still managed to get another hour of studying in. I didn't have time to go to the dining hall for breakfast, so I just drank a Cherry Coke from the vending machine.
The test was as hard as we had expected, but I was pretty sure I would get at least a B. Taylor was pretty sure she hadn't failed, which was good. Both of us were too tired to celebrate after, so we just high-fived and went our separate ways.
I headed back to my dorm room, ready to pass out until at least dinnertime, and when I opened the door, there was Jeremiah, asleep in my bed. He looked like a little boy when he slept, even with the stubble. He was stretched out on top of my comforter, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed, my stuffed polar bear hugged to his chest.
I took off my shoes and crawled into my twin, extra-long bed next to him. He stirred, opened his eyes, and said, "Hi."
"Hi," I said.
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty good."
"Good." He let go of Junior Mint and hugged me to him. "I brought you the other half of my sub from lunch."
"You're sweet," I said, burrowing my head in his shoulder.
He kissed my hair. "I can't have my girl skipping meals left and ...
When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the night. The biggest Slurpee you can find, half cherry, half Coke. Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times, they are tissue-paper thin. And finally, dance breaks. Lots of dance breaks. When your eyes start to close and all you want is your bed, dance breaks will get you through.
It was four in the morning, and I was studying for the last final of my freshman year at Finch University. I was camped out in my dorm library with my new best friend, Anika Johnson, and my old best friend, Taylor Jewel. Summer vacation was so close, I could almost taste it. Just five more days. I'd been counting down since April.
"Quiz me," Taylor commanded, her voice scratchy.
I opened my notebook to a random page. "Define anima versus animus."
Taylor chewed on her lower lip. "Give me a hint."
"Umm… think Latin," I said.
"I didn't take Latin! Is there going to be Latin on this exam?"
"No, I was just trying to give you a hint. Because in Latin boys' names end in -us and girls' names end in -a, and anima is feminine archetype and animus is masculine archetype. Get it?"
She let out a big sigh. "No. I'm probably going to fail."
Looking up from her notebook, Anika said, "Maybe if you stopped texting and started studying, you wouldn't."
Taylor glared at her. "I'm helping my big sister plan our end-of-year breakfast, so I have to be on call tonight."
"On call?" Anika looked amused. "Like a doctor?"
"Yes, just like a doctor," Taylor snapped.
"So, will it be pancakes or waffles?"
"French toast, thank you very much."
The three of us were all taking the same freshman psych class, and Taylor's and my exam was tomorrow, Anika's was the day after. Anika was my closest friend at school besides Taylor. Seeing as how Taylor was competitive by nature, it was a friendship that she was more than a little jealous of, not that she'd ever in a million years admit it.
My friendship with Anika was different from my friendship with Taylor. Anika was laid-back and easy to be with. She wasn't quick to judge. More than all that, though, she gave me the space to be different. She hadn't known me my whole life, so she had no expectations or preconceptions. There was freedom in that. And she wasn't like any of my friends back home. She was from New York, and her father was a jazz musician and her mother was a writer.
A couple of hours later, the sun was rising and casting the room in a bluish light, and Taylor's head was down, while Anika was staring off into space like a zombie.
I rolled up two paper balls in my lap and threw them at my two friends. "Dance break," I sang out as I pressed play on my computer. I did a little shimmy in my chair.
Anika glared at me. "Why are you so chipper?"
"Because," I said, clapping my hands together, "in just a few hours, it will all be over." My exam wasn't until one in the afternoon, so my plan was to go back to my room and sleep for a couple of hours, then wake up with time to spare and study some more.
I overslept, but I still managed to get another hour of studying in. I didn't have time to go to the dining hall for breakfast, so I just drank a Cherry Coke from the vending machine.
The test was as hard as we had expected, but I was pretty sure I would get at least a B. Taylor was pretty sure she hadn't failed, which was good. Both of us were too tired to celebrate after, so we just high-fived and went our separate ways.
I headed back to my dorm room, ready to pass out until at least dinnertime, and when I opened the door, there was Jeremiah, asleep in my bed. He looked like a little boy when he slept, even with the stubble. He was stretched out on top of my comforter, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed, my stuffed polar bear hugged to his chest.
I took off my shoes and crawled into my twin, extra-long bed next to him. He stirred, opened his eyes, and said, "Hi."
"Hi," I said.
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty good."
"Good." He let go of Junior Mint and hugged me to him. "I brought you the other half of my sub from lunch."
"You're sweet," I said, burrowing my head in his shoulder.
He kissed my hair. "I can't have my girl skipping meals left and ...
