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Soon to be a streaming series in Summer 2022! Belly has an unforgettable summer in this stunning start to the Summer I Turned Pretty series from the New York Times bestselling author of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (now a major motion picture!), Jenny Han.Some summers are just destined to be pretty. Belly measures her life in summers. Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer, a place away from the beach house, away from Susannah, and most importantly, away from Jeremiah and Conrad. They are the boys that Belly has known since her very first summer—they have been her brother figures, her crushes, and everything in between. But one summer, one wonderful and terrible summer, the more everything changes, the more it all ends up just the way it should have been all along.

Jenny Han
April 6, 2010
304 pages

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“This book has what every girl wants in a summer.” — Sarah Dessen, author of Just Listen and Lock and Key”The Summer I Turned Pretty offers a hard-to-resist combination — a beach house, summer love, enduring friendship. A deliciously sweet read.” — Deb Caletti, author of Honey, Baby, Sweetheart and Wild Roses”If I could live inside this amazing book, I would. I would inhale the ocean air and soak up the sun, and I would hang out all day with kind-wonderful-funny-awkward Belly and her two known-’em-forever buds, Jeremiah and Conrad. I’d watch the three of them stop being kids and start being more…and I’d hope hope hope that when Belly falls in love — ’cause you know she will — she’d give her heart to the exact right boy.” — Lauren Myracle, author of the ttyl series and Bliss”This well-written coming-of-age story introduces 15-year-old Isabel, aka Belly, for whom summer has always been the most important time of year. Han (Shug) realistically balances Belly’s naïveté with her awareness of the changes the years have brought. Han’s novel offers plenty of summertime drama.” — Starred review from Publishers Weekly”Belly’s dawning awareness of her sexuality and that of the boys is a strong theme, as is the sense of summer as a separate and reflective time and place. Readers get glimpses of kisses on the beach, her best friend’s flirtations during one summer’s visit, a first date.” — Kirkus Reviews About the Author Jenny Han is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Beforeseries, now Netflix movies. She is also the author of The Summer I Turned Pretty series, Shug, and Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream. She is the coauthor of the Burn for Burn trilogy, with Siobhan Vivian. Her books have been published in more than thirty languages. A former librarian, Jenny earned her MFA in creative writing at the New School. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One chapter one We’d been driving for about seven thousand years. Or at least that’s how it felt. My brother, Steven, drove slower than our Granna. I sat next to him in the passenger seat with my feet up on the dashboard. Meanwhile, my mother was passed out in the backseat. Even when she slept, she looked alert, like at any second she could wake up and direct traffic. “Go faster,” I urged Steven, poking him in the shoulder. “Let’s pass that kid on the bike.” Steven shrugged me off. “Never touch the driver,” he said. “And take your dirty feet off my dashboard.” I wiggled my toes back and forth. They looked pretty clean to me. “It’s not your dashboard. It’s gonna be my car soon, you know.” “If you ever get your license,” he scoffed. “People like you shouldn’t even be allowed to drive.” “Hey, look,” I said, pointing out the window. “That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!” Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the radio stations. I was as familiar with them as I was with the ones back home, and listening to Q94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at the beach. I found my favorite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. Tom Petty was singing “Free Fallin’.” I sang right along with him. “She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too.” Steven reached over to switch stations, and I slapped his hand away. “Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.” He pretended to swerve right. I sang even louder, which woke up my mother, and she started to sing too. We both had terrible voices, and Steven shook his head in his disgusted Steven way. He hated being outnumbered. It was what bothered him most about our parents being divorced, being the lone guy, without our dad to take his side. We drove through town slowly, and even though I’d just teased Steven about it, I didn’t really mind. I loved this drive, this moment. Seeing the town again, Jimmy’s Crab Shack, the Putt Putt, all the surf shops. It was like coming home after you’d been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be. As we got closer and closer to the house, I could feel that familiar flutter in my chest. We were almost there. I rolled down the window and took it all in. The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there. Steven elbowed me. “Are you thinking about Conrad?” he asked mockingly. For once the answer was no. “No,” I snapped. My mother stuck her head in between our two seats. “Belly, do you still like Conrad? From the looks of things last summer, I thought there might be something between you and Jeremiah.” “WHAT? You and Jeremiah?” Steven looked sickened. “What happened with you and Jeremiah?” “Nothing,” I told them both. I could feel the flush rising up from my chest. I wished I had a tan already to cover it up. “Mom, just because two people are good friends, it doesn’t mean there’s anything going on. Please never bring that up again.” My mother leaned back into the backseat. “Done,” she said. Her voice had that note of finality that I knew Steven wouldn’t be able to break through. Because he was Steven, he tried anyway. “What happened with you and Jeremiah? You can’t say something like that and not explain.” “Get over it,” I told him. Telling Steven anything would only give him ammunition to make fun of me. And anyway, there was nothing to tell. There had never been anything to tell, not really. Conrad and Jeremiah were Beck’s boys. Beck was Susannah Fisher, formerly Susannah Beck. My mother was the only one who called her Beck. They’d known each other since they were nine—blood sisters, they called each other. And they had the scars to prove it—identical marks on their wrists that looked like hearts. Susannah told me that when I was born, she knew I was destined for one of her boys. She said it was fate. My mother, who didn’t normally go in for that kind of thing, said it would be perfect, as long as I’d had at least a few loves before I settled down. Actually, she said “lovers,” but that word made me cringe. Susannah put her hands on my cheeks and said, “Belly, you have my unequivocal blessing. I’d hate to lose my boys to anyone else.” We’d been going to Susannah’s beach house in Cousins Beach every summer since I was a baby, since before I was born even. For me, Cousins was less about the town and more about the house. The house was my world. We had our own stretch of beach, all to ourselves. The summer house was made up of lots of things. The wraparound porch we used to run around on, jugs of sun tea, the swimming pool at night—but the boys, the boys most of all. I always wondered what the boys looked like in December. I tried to picture them in cranberry-colored scarves and turtleneck sweaters, rosy-cheeked and standing beside a Christmas tree, but the image always seemed false. I did not know the winter Jeremiah or the winter Conrad, and I was jealous of everyone who did. I got flip-flops and sunburned noses and swim trunks and sand. But what about those New England girls who had snowball fights with them in the woods? The ones who snuggled up to them while they waited for the car to heat up, the ones they gave their coats to when it was chilly outside. Well, Jeremiah, maybe. Not Conrad. Conrad would never; it wasn’t his style. Either way, it didn’t seem fair. I’d sit next to the radiator in history class and wonder what they were doing, if they were warming their feet along the bottom of a radiator somewhere too. Counting the days until summer again. For me, it was almost like winter didn’t count. Summer was what mattered. 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. Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine. Jeremiah, though—he was my friend. He was nice to me. 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. He wasn’t embarrassed either. Jeremiah Fisher was too busy having fun to ever be embarrassed. I bet Jeremiah was more popular than Conrad at school. I bet the girls liked him better. I bet that if it weren’t for football, Conrad wouldn’t be some big deal. He would just be quiet, moody Conrad, not a football god. And I liked that. I liked that Conrad preferred to be alone, playing his guitar. Like he was above all the stupid high school stuff. I liked to think that if Conrad went to my school, he wouldn’t play football, he’d be on the lit mag, and he’d notice someone like me. When we finally pulled up to the house, Jeremiah and Conrad were sitting out on the front porch. I leaned over Steven and honked the horn twice, which in our summer language meant, Come help with the bags, stat. Conrad was eighteen now. He’d just had a birthday. He was taller than last summer, if you can believe it. His hair was cut short around his ears and was as dark as ever. Unlike Jeremiah’s, whose hair had gotten longer, so he looked a little shaggy but in a good way—like a 1970s tennis player. When he was younger, it was curly yellow, almost platinum in the summer. Jeremiah hated his curls. For a while, Conrad had him convinced that crusts made your hair curly, so Jeremiah had stopped eating sandwich crusts, and Conrad would polish them off. As Jeremiah got older, though, his hair was less and less curly and more wavy. I missed his curls. Susannah called him her little angel, and he used to look like one, with his rosy cheeks and yellow curls. He still had the rosy cheeks. Jeremiah made a megaphone with his hands and yelled, “Steve-o!” I sat in the car and watched Steven amble up to them and hug the way guys do. The air smelled salty and wet, like it might rain seawater any second. I pretended to be tying the laces on my sneakers, but really I just wanted a moment to look at them, at the house for a little while, in private. The house was large and gray and white, and it looked like most every other house on the road, but better. It looked just the way I thought a beach house should look. It looked like home. My mother got out of the car then too. “Hey, boys. Where’s your mother?” she called out. “Hey, Laurel. She’s taking a nap,” Jeremiah called back. Usually she came flying out of the house the second our car pulled up. My mother walked over to them in about three strides, and she hugged them both, tightly. My mother’s hug was as firm and solid as her handshake. She disappeared into the house with her sunglasses perched on the top of her head. I got out of the car and slung my bag over my shoulder. They didn’t even notice me walk up at first. But then they did. They really did. Conrad gave me a quick glance-over the way boys do at the mall. He had never looked at me like that before in my whole life. Not once. I could feel my flush from the car return. Jeremiah, on the other hand, did a double take. He looked at me like he didn’t even recognize me. All of this happened in the span of about three seconds, but it felt much, much longer. Conrad hugged me first, but a faraway kind of hug, careful not to get too close. He’d just gotten a haircut, and the skin around the nape of his neck looked pink and new, like a baby’s. He smelled like the ocean. He smelled like Conrad. “I liked you better with glasses,” he said, his lips close to my ear. That stung. I shoved him away and said, “Well, too bad. My contacts are here to stay.” He smiled at me, and that smile—he just gets in. His smile did it every time. “I think you got a few new ones,” he said, tapping me on the nose. He knew how self-conscious I was about my freckles and he still teased me every time. Then Jeremiah grabbed me next, and he almost lifted me into the air. “Belly Button’s all growed up,” he crowed. I laughed. “Put me down,” I told him. “You smell like BO.” Jeremiah laughed loudly. “Same old Belly,” he said, but he was staring at me like he wasn’t quite sure who I was. He cocked his head and said, “Something looks different about you, Belly.” I braced myself for the punch line. “What? I got contacts.” I wasn’t completely used to myself without glasses either. My best friend Taylor had been trying to convince me to get contacts since the sixth grade, and I’d finally listened. He smiled. “It’s not that. You just look different.” I went back to the car then, and the boys followed me. We unloaded the car quickly, and as soon as we were done, I picked up my suitcase and my book bag and headed straight for my old bedroom. My room was Susannah’s from when she was a child. It had faded calico wallpaper and a white bedroom set. There was a music box I loved. When you opened it, there was a twirling ballerina that danced to the theme song from Romeo and Juliet, the old-timey version. I kept my jewelry in it. Everything about my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box. Seeing Conrad again, having him look at me that way, I felt like I needed a second to breathe. I grabbed the stuffed polar bear on my dresser and hugged him close to my chest—his name was Junior Mint, Junior for short. I sat down with Junior on my twin bed. My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it. Everything was the same but not. They had looked at me like I was a real girl, not just somebody’s little sister. Read more <div id="

  • i got this book because it sounded good and i had read jenny han’s other book, to all the boys i’ve loved before, and i thought it was amazing. but this book was definitely not her best work. first of all, the main character, belly (i hate her name too) annoyed the crap out of me. she was a whiny immature uptight brat who was always way too sensitive. someone would joke with her and she would yell at them and then go sulk. she literally got mad and stormed off when a guy didn’t want to go skinny dipping with her. i didn’t feel like i could relate to her at all. second of all, the plot was so boring. i honestly didn’t even care what happened at the end. i was so bored with the book i could barely finish. the plot could’ve been really good, but it was way too slow and it didn’t even have a resolution. there was barely even an ending. i was really confused half of the time, because she liked one guy, and then she liked another guy, then she didn’t like him anymore, and then she did again and it was really tiring to keep up with. also at one point she starts “dating” this guy, who is nice, but really uptight, nerdy, and lame, and half the time she acts like she’s embarrassed of him and she doesn’t even like him. and then all of a sudden she likes him again. also, she’s 15 and practically in love with this guy who is 18.. um that’s a little weird. and then he ends up liking her back?? also i feel like its kind of offensive how the book is centered around them all of a sudden liking her because she turned pretty and got boobs. they never paid her any attention until she turns pretty and has a nice body. that’s pretty offensive to women. just don’t waste your time with this book please.
  • Belly’s life has always been measured in summers. Of course she and her brother have school the rest of the year, she has friends, she has an entire life. But summer has always been the important thing because summer means it’s time to return to Cousins Beach and the house her family shares with the Fishers.Belly’s mom and Susannah Fisher have been friends for decades and Belly can’t think of anything more natural than spending every summer in Cousins with Susannah and her sons, Conrad and Jeremiah.As the youngest, Belly is used to being left out or made fun of by the boys. But that’s never made her love her summers, or Conrad, any less. Almost as soon as they arrive, Belly knows that this summer is going to be different. She can feel it in the air, see it in way Conrad and Jeremiah look at her like she’s someone totally new. But every summer, even what promises to be a perfect one, has to end in The Summer I Turned Pretty (2009) by Jenny Han.The Summer I Turned Pretty is the first book in Han’s Summer trilogy.Han’s prose is as gentle and comforting as a warm summer breeze as Belly narrates this story and shares flashbacks from some of her favorite summer memories.The Summer I Turned Pretty is an emotional roller coaster as readers join Belly on all of the ups and downs in what becomes a pivotal summer. This book does double duty laying the groundwork for the rest of the trilogy while also offering a contained story as Belly tries to make sense of growing up, her ever-present (painfully obvious) feelings for Conrad, and the fact that summers may not stay the same for her family or the Fishers for much longer.The Summer I Turned Pretty should be required reading for anyone who is a fan of contemporary fiction, romance, and summertime. If, like me, you first discovered Jenny because of her Lara Jean books (which begin with To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before), be sure to loop back to this series because it is just as sweet, just as romantic, and maybe even more epic with one of my favorite love triangles of all time. Highly recommended.Possible Pairings: Stay Sweet by Siobhan Vivian, Tell Me Three Things by Julie Buxbaum, Love and Other Perishable Items by Laura Buzo, Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen, I Believe in a Thing Called Love by Maurene Goo, Nantucket Blue by Leila Howland, The Museum of Heartbreak by Meg Leder, The Boyfriend List by E. Lockhart, When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon,Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
  • I ordered this book after reading Jenny Han’s other series To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, which I loved. This book is really poor in comparison. The characters are flat and seem very cliche. I didn’t feel connected to any of them or really care what happened to them at all. I usually don’t mind a slow plot in novels, as long as the characters are well-drawn and engaging. But this book had almost no plot, as well as flat characters, so by the time I got to the end, I didn’t care what happened. I had planned to read the whole series, but I’m so glad now I waited to order the other books. I won’t be reading more.
  • I bought this book after reading the “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Trilogy.” I didn’t like Belly’s real brother, Steven, or her pretend brothers, Jeremiah and Conrad. I did like Cam. The others didn’t treat Belly right at all. I hated Steven calling her Smelly and giving her deodorant for her 11th birthday. Made me glad I’m an only child. I liked Belly although not as well as Lara Jean from the other series. I loved Susannah for always getting presents for Belly. That’s something I would do. I also didn’t like the boys throwing Belly into the pool. I thought that was just plain mean. I hope they grow up! I did love the writing especially after Conrad and Jeremiah’s fight.
  • This is the story of Belly, A teenage girl about to turn 16, that stays in a summer home on the beach every summer with her mom’s best friend’s family. Part of that family are two brothers, Jeremiah and Conrad. We follow Belly throughout her Summer as she navigates her feelings for more than one boy, including one of the brothers. This was a sweet story, but I felt that this story was a lot of build up for the second book in the series, and there aren’t A lot of loose ends tied up in this one
  • After reading, and loving, Jenny Han’s series ‘To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before’, I thought I’d check out another series from the author and came across ‘The Summer I Turned Pretty’.I really enjoyed Belly’s story and the love triangle blossoming between her and the two brothers. It was a really fun dynamic, being as before this Summer happened – Belly was an outsider, the ‘little sister’ they didn’t want to hang around with except when teasing her, etc. The boys treated her differently and after all those years of desperately hoping she’d be welcomed in to the group – also including her older brother, Steven – she had finally found her way in.If you love a story that has you picking a team, this one is the one – Team Conrad? or Team Jeremiah? Personally, I was definitely more #TeamJeremiah because he was the most genuine and lovely brother of the two, treating her as the best friend she had always been. Even if that meant pushing his long-lasting feelings towards her away and accepting the fact that the only person she’d have her eyes on that Summer, was Conrad.I wouldn’t say Conrad is one of those bad boys you love to hate, or hate to love, but there is some arrogance around him and he doesn’t have anyone’s best interests at heart, except his own. He spends the Summer extremely moody towards Belly, treating her like the little girl he’s always known. That being said, you could still see the care he had towards her, even if that care was only there because he thought of her as a little sister.Whilst this book was definitely a light-hearted Summer read, there was definitely a more deeper story within the families, including an illness and because of this and other things such as the teens all going their separate ways after Summer was over – you could tell that this was going to be the last time at the Beach House where everything was like every other year before. I was glad to have read little snippets of previous Summers, as it would’ve been sad to see it all go so quickly.The first instalment to ‘The Summer I Turned Pretty’ series was a great read, with the shortest of chapters (thank you Jenny Han!!) meaning I absolutely whizzed through this book within a day or two. I would describe it as a book that you can’t put down once you pick up, however, that being said, it will only be that type of book for you if you’re in to the cliche’s, cheesy romances, love triangles, etc. like myself! I have grown to care for every character including; Belly, Conrad, Jeremiah, Laurel (Belly’s mum), Steven (Belly’s brother) and Susannah (Conrad & Jeremiah’s mum) and can’t wait to see what awaits them next Summer!
  • (Source: Purchased on kindle from Isabelle (Belly) is heading off with her mother and brother for a summer at the beach, with her mom’s best friend Suzanna, and her boys Conrad and Jeremiah.Belly has had a crush on Conrad for as long as she can remember, but he treats her like a little sister. Belly is hoping that this year things will be different and that Conrad will notice her as a girl for once.What is special about this summer though? What is going on with Conrad? And who will be Belly’s summer romance this year?This was an okay YA coming-of-age story, but I would have liked more romance.I felt a bit sorry for Belly in this book, and not only because they call her Belly! In the flashbacks it was obvious that the three boys all treated Belly like an outsider cause she was younger and the only girl, which wasn’t very nice for her, and they hadn’t changed much now that she was older.Although there was a bit of romance in this story it was more a coming-of-age story, and most of the actual romance happened between Belly and Cam – a boy she met on the beach, which was a bit disappointing.The storyline was okay, although I was surprised that Belly didn’t catch on faster to what was going on with Suzanna, it was pretty obvious to me. It was a bit odd trying to work out which boy Belly was actually interested in at any one time, as she seemed to like Conrad, Jeremiah, and Cam at one point or another.I thought the ending was okay, although I expected a bit more romance. I would like to read the next book to find out what happens next but at £5.49 for the kindle edition I think I’ll wait!I will say that this book has me longing for the summer and the beach though! I’m so jealous! I’d love to spend a whole summer at a beach house enjoying the sun, sand, and sea!Overall; an okay YA coming-of-age/contemporary romance story.7 out of 10.
  • My friend suggested this book to me and I was a bit spectacle on the title but I gave it a shot and I loved it. It had all the drama and toe curling scenes I wanted. I recommend this to 12+ due to themes and Language. I fully recommend this trilogy as the next to books have jemmia’s and then in the final book Conrad’s
  • this book was mostly really good but at some points it can be really depressing. I am dissapointed of Jenny Han because when i picked upthis book i thought its was going to be as good as to all the boys ive loved before but it was like two steps down from that book. other than that its a really good book
  • Kept me reading the whole way through and finished it so quickly. Definitely recommend to teenagers and if you read it on holiday it completely adds to the vibe the book gives off with the summery desctiptions
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