We'll Always Have Summer
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We'll Always Have Summer

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by Jenny Han
     
 

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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 Pretty trilogy, now in paperback.

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

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Overview

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 Pretty trilogy, now in paperback.

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.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Isabel (Belly) Conklin always knew she "would be Belly Fisher one day." She just didn't know which of the Fisher brothers she'd marry: Conrad, her first love, or younger brother Jeremiah, who caught her on the rebound. As fate would have it, Jeremiah is the one to propose marriage during the spring of Belly's first year in college. Following impulse rather than reason (or her mother's adamant protests), Belly accepts. However, her premarital bliss is undercut by the flicker of passion she still holds for Conrad. In Han's conclusion to the trilogy that began with The Summer I Turned Pretty, she both underscores the folly of getting engaged too young and vividly depicts the emotions of a girl on the brink of womanhood, impatient to make all of her dreams come true. If Jeremiah's frat-boy mentality is somewhat stereotyped, he remains an effective foil to the more pensive, sensitive Conrad. While Belly's final decision may not come as a surprise to readers, it will satisfy those who have followed her through each of her summers. Ages 12–up. (May)
VOYA - Amanda McFadden
Freshman year at university has Belly wondering if she has made the right decision. She and Jeremiah have been inseparable since they first started dating; they even attend Finch University together. At a party, Belly overhears a conversation about a fling Jeremiah had when he was away. She faces a dilemma—will she breakup with him, or will she stay committed to their relationship? Her decision results in a proposal that has the parents reeling. None feel the young adults are ready to be married—they need to finish their studies first. Belly then catches up with an old boyfriend, Connor, at a beach house in Cousins. She remembers how good their relationship was but feels she needs to let those feeling go, as two years ago she chose one brother over the other. Was it a mistake to choose Jeremiah over Connor? This is the third book in a trilogy, but it could be read as a stand-alone novel due to the emotion given to the story. Written in the first person, the book is easy to read but short on description. The plot is family centered, flaky, and melodramatic. The characters lack any sort of depth and are unconvincing as real-life teenagers. The ending is predictable but finishes the trilogy tidily. Teenage girls may love it as a chick-lit summer read. Reviewer: Amanda McFadden
Kirkus Reviews

Can teenage love ever be forever?

Isabel (Belly) from The Summer I Turned Pretty (2009) and It's Not Summer Without You (2010) finishes up her freshman year at college somewhat unconvincingly committed to Jeremiah Fisher, one of the two brothers with whom she has spent summers since she was small. Isabel becomes furious to learn that Jeremiah had sex with another girl from their college in Cabo on spring break, but he wins back her affections with a grand gesture: a proposal of marriage. Caught up in the idea—she will plan a summer wedding! they will attend college as a married couple!—Isabel tries ignores her misgivings about Jeremiah, the appalled silence of her mother and her own still-strong feelings for Jeremiah's older brother, Conrad. It's both funny and believable when Jeremiah insists he wants to dance the wedding dance to "You Never Can Tell" from the Pulp Fiction soundtrack. Han gives a satisfying nod to wedding-planning fantasies even while revealing their flimsy basis for an actual marriage. A final chapter in 23-year-old Isabel's voice reveals the not-so-surprising happy ending.

Han's impressive ear for and pitch-perfect reproduction of the interactions between not-quite-adult older teens make this an appealing conclusion to this trilogy romance among bright middle-class young people. (Fiction. 12 & up)

School Library Journal
Gr 10 Up—In this conclusion to the trilogy, Isabel and Jeremiah are about to marry. Their families think they're too young and suspect that Belly is pregnant, an assumption that she, understandably, finds irksome. A virgin, she sees marriage as an act of defiance under the circumstances, and that's deep, for her. Readers know nothing of her personal ambitions (she's just finishing her freshman year at college) beyond teasing the affections out of Jeremiah and his older brother, both of whom are smitten with her. When Conrad shows up unexpectedly, Belly returns to the dilemma of the earlier books: Which one shall I choose, since both choose me? This is a bit cloying, as is the implication that the search for a life partner begins and ends next door. The Fishers and the Conklins raised their children together, Belly's the only girl (she has an older brother), and she has been looked after like a little sister by all three boys. As for the other characters, Taylor offers a sensible counterpoint to Belly as someone who questions her decision, but who winds up being just what she needs: a friend. Taylor makes her laugh, and offers comic relief as her wedding planner. The tension over whether or not this event is going to happen is well plotted. Both boys adore the protagonist, but in the end neither wants to fawn over her, which makes each a stand-up guy in his own right—and so much harder to choose between. While some might enjoy its fairy-tale essence of children turning into life mates, others might ask whether this series offers young women a path to independent adulthood beyond marrying Mr. Right.—Georgia Christgau, Middle College High School, Long Island City, NY

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781416995586
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date:
04/26/2011
Series:
Summer I Turned Pretty Series, #3
Pages:
304
Sales rank:
305,632
Product dimensions:
5.78(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.06(d)
Lexile:
HL570L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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We’ll Always Have Summer


  • 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 right.”

    “It was just breakfast,” I said. As an afterthought, I added, “And lunch.”

    “Do you want my sub now? It’s in my book bag.”

    Now that I thought about it, I was hungry, but I was also sleepy. “Maybe a little later,” I said, closing my eyes.

    Then he fell back to sleep, and I fell asleep too. When I woke up, it was dark out, Junior Mint was on the floor, and Jeremiah’s arms were around me. He was still asleep.

    We had started dating right before I began senior year of high school. “Dating” didn’t feel like the right word for it. We were just together. It all happened so easily and so quickly that it felt like it had always been that way. One minute we were friends, then we were kissing, and then the next thing I knew, I was applying to the same college as him. I told myself and everyone else (including him, including my mother especially) that it was a good school, that it was only a few hours from home and it made sense to apply there, that I was keeping my options open. All of those things were true. But truest of all was that I just wanted to be near him. I wanted him for all seasons, not just summer.

    Now here we were, lying next to each other in my dorm-room bed. He was a sophomore, and I was finishing up my freshman year. It was crazy how far we had come. We’d known each other our whole lives, and in some ways, it felt like a big surprise—in other ways it felt inevitable.

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