Second Chance Summer

Second Chance Summer

by Morgan Matson


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From the Flying Start author of Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour comes a powerful novel about hope in the face of heartbreak.

Taylor Edwards’s family might not be the closest-knit—everyone is a little too busy and overscheduled—but for the most part, they get along just fine. Then, Taylor’s dad gets devastating news, and her parents decide that the family will spend one last summer all together at their old lake house in the Pocono Mountains.

Crammed into a place much smaller and more rustic than they are used to, they begin to get to know each other again. And Taylor discovers that the people she thought she had left behind haven’t actually gone anywhere. Her former best friend is still around, as is her first boyfriend—and he’s much cuter at seventeen than he was at twelve.

As the summer progresses and the Edwards become more of a family, they’re more aware than ever that they’re battling a ticking clock. Sometimes, though, there is just enough time to get a second chance with family, with friends, and with love.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416990673
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date: 05/08/2012
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 645,280
Product dimensions: 5.88(w) x 8.34(h) x 1.52(d)
Lexile: 960L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Morgan Matson is a New York Times bestselling author. She received her MFA in writing for children from the New School and was named a Publishers Weekly Flying Start author for her first book, Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour, which was also recognized as an ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults. Her second book, Second Chance Summer, won the California State Book Award. She lives in Los Angeles. Visit her at

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Second Chance Summer

  • I EASED OPEN MY BEDROOM DOOR TO CHECK THAT THE HALLWAY was empty. When I was sure that it was, I shouldered my purse and closed the door behind me quietly, then took the stairs down to the kitchen two at a time. It was nine a.m., we were leaving for the lake house in three hours, and I was running away.

    The kitchen counter was covered with my mother’s plentiful to-do lists, bags packed with groceries and supplies, and a box filled with my father’s orange prescription bottles. I tried to ignore these as I headed across the kitchen, aiming for the back door. Though I hadn’t snuck out in years, I had a feeling that it would be just like riding a bicycle—which, come to think of it, I also hadn’t done in years. But I’d woken up that morning in a cold sweat, my heart hammering, and every impulse I had telling me to leave, that things would be better if I were somewhere—anywhere—else.

    “Taylor?” I froze, and turned around to see Gelsey, my twelve-year-old sister, standing at the other end of the kitchen. Even though she was still wearing her pajamas, an ancient set decorated with glittery pointe shoes, her hair was up in a perfect bun.

    “What?” I asked, taking a step away from the door, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

    She frowned at me, eyes resting on my purse before traveling back to my face. “What are you doing?”

    “Nothing,” I said. I leaned against the wall in what I hoped was a casual manner, even though I didn’t think I’d ever leaned against a wall in my life. “What do you want?”

    “I can’t find my iPod. Did you take it?”

    “No,” I said shortly, resisting the urge to tell her that I wouldn’t have touched her iPod, as it was filled solely with ballet music and the terrible band she was obsessed with, The Bentley Boys, three brothers with perfectly windswept bangs and dubious musical gifts. “Go ask Mom.”

    “Okay,” she said slowly, still looking at me suspiciously. Then she pivoted on her toe and stomped out of the kitchen, yelling as she went. “Mom!”

    I crossed the rest of the kitchen and had just reached for the back door when it swung open, making me jump back. My older brother, Warren, was struggling through it, laden with a bakery box and a tray of to-go coffees. “Morning,” he said.

    “Hi,” I muttered, looking longingly past him to the outside, wishing that I’d tried to make my escape five minutes earlier—or, even better, had just used the front door.

    “Mom sent me for coffee and bagels,” he said, as he set both on the counter. “You like sesame, right?”

    I hated sesame—in fact, Warren was the only one of us who liked them—but I wasn’t going to point that out now. “Sure,” I said quickly. “Great.”

    Warren selected one of the coffees and took a sip. Even though at nineteen he was only two years older than me, he was dressed, as usual, in khakis and a polo shirt, as though he might at any moment be called upon to chair a board meeting or play a round of golf. “Where is everyone?” he asked after a moment.

    “No idea,” I said, hoping that he’d go investigate for himself. He nodded and took another sip, as though he had all the time in the world. “I think I heard Mom upstairs,” I said after it became clear that my brother intended to while away the morning sipping coffee and staring into space.

    “I’ll tell her I’m back,” he said, setting his coffee down, just as I’d hoped he would. Warren headed toward the door, then stopped and turned back to me. “Is he up yet?”

    I shrugged. “Not sure,” I said, trying to keep my voice light, like this was just a routine question. But only few weeks ago, the idea of my father still being asleep at this hour—or for that matter, still home—would have been unthinkable.

    Warren nodded again and headed out of the kitchen. As soon as he was gone, I bolted for the door.

    I hurried down our driveway and, when I made it to the sidewalk, let out a long breath. Then I started speed-walking down Greenleaf Road as quickly as possible. I probably should have taken a car, but some things were just habit, and the last time I’d snuck out, I’d been years away from getting my license.

    I could feel myself start to calm down the farther I walked. The rational part of my brain was telling me that I’d have to go back at some point, but I didn’t want to listen to the rational part of my brain right now. I just wanted to pretend that this day—this whole summer—wasn’t going to have to happen, something that got easier the more distance I put between myself and the house. I’d been walking for a while and had just started to dig in my bag for my sunglasses when I heard a metal jangling sound and looked up.

    My heart sank a little as I saw Connie from the white house across the street, walking her dog and waving at me. She was around my parents’ age, and I’d known her last name at some point, but couldn’t recall it now. I dropped my sunglass case in my bag next to what I now saw was Gelsey’s iPod (whoops), which I must have grabbed thinking it was mine. There was no avoiding Connie without blatantly ignoring her or turning and running into the woods. And I had a feeling either of these options was behavior that might make it back to my mother immediately. I sighed and made myself smile at her as she got closer.

    “Taylor, hi!” she called, smiling wide at me. Her dog, a big, dumb-looking golden retriever, strained against his leash toward me, panting, tail wagging. I looked at him and took a small step away. We’d never had a dog, so though I liked them in theory, I hadn’t had all that much experience with them. And even though I watched the reality show Top Dog much more than someone who didn’t actually own a dog should, this didn’t help when confronted with one in the real world.

    “Hi, Connie,” I said, already starting to edge away, hoping she’d get the hint. “Nice to see you!”

    “You too,” she replied automatically, but I saw her smile fade a little as her eyes traveled over my face and outfit. “You’re looking a bit different today,” she said. “Very… relaxed.”

    Since Connie normally saw me in my Stanwich Academy uniform—white blouse and itchy plaid skirt—I had no doubt I looked different now, as I’d pretty much just rolled out of bed, not even bothering to brush my hair, and was wearing flip-flops, cutoffs, and a much-washed white T-shirt that read LAKE PHOENIX SWIM TEAM. The shirt technically wasn’t mine, but I’d appropriated it so many years ago that I now just thought of it as my property.

    “I guess so,” I said to Connie, making sure to keep a smile on my face. “Well…”

    “Any big plans for the summer?” she asked brightly, apparently completely unaware that I was trying to end this conversation. The dog, maybe realizing this was going to take a while, flopped down at her feet, resting his head on his paws.

    “Not really,” I said, hoping that might be the end of it. But she continued to look at me, eyebrows raised, so I stifled a sigh and went on. “We’re actually leaving today to spend the summer at our lake house.”

    “Oh, wonderful!” she gushed. “That sounds lovely. Whereabouts is it?”

    “It’s in the Poconos,” I said. She frowned, as though trying to place the name, and I added, “The Pocono Mountains. In Pennsylvania?”

    “Oh, right,” she said, nodding, though I could tell from her expression that she still had no idea what I was talking about, which wasn’t actually that unexpected. Some of my friends’ families had summer houses, but they tended to be in places like Nantucket or Cape Cod. Nobody else I knew had a summer house in the mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania.

    “Well,” Connie said, still smiling brightly. “A lake house! That should be nice.”

    I nodded, not really trusting myself to answer, since I didn’t want to go back to Lake Phoenix. I so didn’t want to go back that I had snuck out of the house with practically no plan and no supplies except my sister’s iPod, rather than face going there.

    “So,” Connie said, tugging on the dog’s leash, causing him to lumber to his feet, “be sure to say hello to your mother and father for me! I hope they’re both doing well, and—” She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening and cheeks reddening slightly. I recognized the signs immediately, even though I’d only been seeing them for three weeks. She had Remembered.

    It was something that I had no idea how to handle, but as an unexpected upside, it was something that seemed to be working in my favor. Somehow, overnight, everyone in school seemed to know, and my teachers had been informed, though why or by whom, I’d never been sure. But it was the only explanation for the fact that I’d aced all my finals, even in classes like Trig, which I’d been dangerously close to getting a C in. And if that wasn’t enough proof, when my English teacher had passed out our exams, she’d set mine down on my desk and rested her hand on it for just a minute, causing me to look up at her.

    “I know that studying must be hard for you right now,” she’d murmured, as though the entire class wasn’t listening, ears straining for every syllable. “So just do your best, all right, Taylor?”

    And I’d bitten my lip and done the Brave Nod, aware the whole time that I was pretending, acting the way I knew she expected me to act. And sure enough, I’d gotten an A on the test, even though I’d only skimmed the end of The Great Gatsby.

    Everything had changed. Or, more accurately, everything was going to change. But nothing had really changed yet. And it made the condolences odd—as if people were saying how sorry they were that my house had burned down when it was still intact but with an ember smoking nearby, waiting.

    “I will,” I said quickly, saving Connie from having to stammer through one of the well-meaning speeches I was already sick of hearing—or even worse, telling me about some friend of a friend who had been miraculously cured through acupuncture/meditation/tofu, and had we considered that? “Thank you.”

    “Take care,” she said, putting more meaning in those words than they usually had, as she reached out and patted me on the shoulder. I could see the pity in her eyes, but also the fear—that slight distancing, because if something like this was happening to my family, it could happen to hers.

    “You too,” I said, trying to keep a smile on my face until she had waved again and headed down the street, dog leading the way. I continued in the opposite direction, but my escape no longer felt like it was going to make things better. What was the point of trying to run away if people were going to insist on reminding you of what you were running from? Though I hadn’t felt the need to do it for a while now, running away had been something I’d done with real frequency when I was younger. It had all started when I was five, and I had gotten upset that my mother was paying attention only to baby Gelsey, and Warren, as usual, wouldn’t let me play with him. I’d stomped outside, and then had seen the driveway, and the wider world beyond it, beckoning. I had started walking down the street, mostly just wondering how long it would take for someone to realize I was even gone. I was soon found and brought home, of course, but that had begun the pattern, and running away became my preferred method of dealing with anything that upset me. It got to be such a routine that when I used to announce from the doorway, tearfully, that I was leaving home forever and ever, my mother would just nod, barely looking at me, telling me only to make sure to be back in time for dinner.

    I had just pulled out Gelsey’s iPod—willing to suffer through even the Bentley Boys if it meant a distraction from my thoughts—when I heard the low rumble of the sports car behind me.

    It occurred to me that I must have been gone longer than I’d realized as I turned around, knowing what I would see. My father was behind the wheel of his low-slung silver car, smiling at me. “Hi, kid,” he said through the open passenger-side window. “Want a ride?”

    Knowing that there was no point in even pretending any longer, I pulled open the passenger side door and got in. My dad looked across at me and raised his eyebrows. “So what’s the news?” he asked, his traditional greeting.

    I shrugged and looked down at the gray floor mats, still pristine, even though he’d had the car for a year. “I just, you know, felt like a walk.”

    My dad nodded. “Of course,” he said, his voice overly serious, as though he completely believed me. But we both knew what I’d really been doing—it had usually been my father who would come and find me. He always seemed to know where I would be, and rather than bringing me right home, if it wasn’t too late, we would go out for ice cream instead, after I’d promise not to tell my mother.

    I buckled my seat belt, and to my surprise, my dad didn’t turn the car around, but instead kept driving, turning onto the road that would take us downtown. “Where are we going?” I asked.

    “I thought we could use some breakfast,” he said, glancing over at me as he pulled to a stop at a red. “For some reason, all the bagels in the house seem to be sesame.”

    I smiled at that, and when we arrived, followed my dad into Stanwich Deli. Since the deli was packed, I hung back and let him order. As my eyes roamed over the shop, I noticed Amy Curry standing toward the front of the line, holding hands with a tall, cute guy wearing a Colorado College T-shirt. I didn’t know her well—she’d moved with her mother and brother down the street from us last summer—but she smiled and waved at me, and I waved back.

    When my dad made it to the front of the line, I watched him rattling off our order, saying something that made the counter guy laugh. To look at my father, you wouldn’t be able to tell that anything was truly wrong. He was a little thinner, his skin tone just slightly yellow. But I was trying not to see this as I watched him drop some change into the tip jar. I was trying not to see how tired he looked, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. But most of all, I was trying not to think about the fact that we had been told, by experts who knew these things, that he had approximately three months left to live.

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    Second Chance Summer 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 80 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Let me start off by saying this book blew me away, right out the window in my bedroom. Based on the description you would assume this book is one about finding long lost love and friendship. But let me tell you its so much more than a book you read just to read its more than one of those lazy summer day teen romances that you forget about within the next couple of months more than a book that begins to become muddled in your memory along with all the others like it. No this book you will remember. You will cry. And you will find a little bit of yourself in it. If it be Elliot hoplesly pinning fo a girl who doesnt see him. Or Lucy who makes mistake after mistake in regards to men. Maybe Taylors father who acts strong for the sake of others. Most of all Taylor herself running away from all things difficult. This book touched me made me feel something made me cry like a little baby made me realize that theres more to life. And I hope you give it a chance because I know tat yiu just might too.
    BookPortrait More than 1 year ago
    I haven't read Morgan Matson's first book, Amy and Roger's Epic Detour, but after reading Second Chance Summer I know that I need to move that book up on my to-read list. Second Chance Summer is, in a word, beautiful. For the past several years, Taylor has spent her summers away from home, and she thought this one would be no exception. But when her dad gets the news that he has stage four pancreatic cancer, his one request is that the family spend their last summer together at their lakehouse in the Pocono Mountains. Reluctantly Taylor and her siblings make the trip along with her parents, but Taylor dreads this summer even more than her siblings. While Gelsey will only miss ballet classes and Warren can study anywhere, Taylor has a lot of history at the lake, history that she would rather not relive. However, the past always has a way of catching up with you, especially in a small town. Taylor has to confront her old friends, which also means confronting her own faults. At the same time, she realizes she is only now beginning to know her father, and their time is running out. Soon Taylor learns that if you're lucky enough to have a second chance, you have to make the most of every moment... Reading books in which the outcome is easily surmised can sometimes be hard, disappointing, or even boring. Second Chance Summer was none of those things. In fact, this book, with its unassuming yet somehow still profound writing, suspended time, and while I was reading it, I forgot about everything else. I loved the setting of Lake Phoenix - it was the perfect atmosphere for this story (and also made me want to go to the mountains). Along with the setting, the characters truly came to life. I felt like I knew them all, from Gelsey's passion for dance to Warren's penchant for reciting facts to Taylor's dad's puns. Taylor herself was quite real and relatable - even though she was not always able to express her emotions, I was always able to feel them. Through flashbacks scattered in the novel we learn what happened between Taylor, her former best friend Lucy, and her first boyfriend Henry. Even though these three were young at the time, the story speaks to the power and depth of childhood friendships and first loves. So many emotions and relationships were portrayed in this novel. We saw joy and sorrow, tears and laughter, aspects of parent-child and sibling relationships, friends, and even romance. Because of that, this book is the total package. In addition, Taylor's emotional journey gives a great message of courage and strength. I loved who she became by the end of the novel. This story really tugged on my heartstrings and had me tearing up in a few places. The story might have been hard to read sometimes, but it is one of the best books I have read so far this year. I said this earlier and I will say it again: Second Chance Summer is beautiful and a book that I know will stay with me a long time. I am eager to see what Morgan Matson writes next!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book honestly had me crying a few times.. and thats saying something. Its really amazing to be honest.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is perfect. It deals with heavy topics such as death, betrayal, and heartbreak with surprising accuracy. The reader realy does get transported into the novel. I love that this beach read has some substance to it.
    Dazzlamb More than 1 year ago
    Morgan Matson. A name that makes my ears perk up when it comes to talking books. The moment I hear about a new book by Morgan, I'm craving it already. That's because her stories make fantastic summer reads. But not only such that feel nice or easy. I appreciate summer reads that not only create a light and relaxed summery setting. Morgan's stories always offer a nutritious environment and a well-deserved but hard worked for chance for characters to grow, to deal with the heavy things, with emotional disturbances. In SECOND CHANCE SUMMER Morgan Matson tells the story of Taylor Edwards, whose family decides to return to their lake house after years. Some time has passed since Taylor's spent time at the lake with her old friends and there's still something of her past that she's afraid to face. I immediately felt welcome to spend the summer with Taylor's family in their cabin. It's the first time her sister gets to visit the lake and make her very own experiences, finding new friends and simply having a blast. Taylor's brother is the funniest out of the five, always good for a crazy and funny surprise. Her parents are truly wonderful, always there for their children. I had a soft spot especially for Taylor's father, who is the best dad for his children one can think of. SECOND CHANCE SUMMER wouldn't be the successful summer read it is if there wasn't also a sad side to the story. In the midst of the most important and wonderful summer of their life the family is hit by a stroke of fate and they have to find a way to bring back their ways that started growing apart. The relationship between Taylor Edwards and childhood friend Henry is what kept me reading for hours. My mind was set on finding out what happened in their past and if they were able to find a way to come back together again now that they're more grown up. There are still a lot of confusional emotions swirling between them, but there's also a spark of hope that they are exaclty the right people to help each other in times of loss and hardships. Returning to the cabin, Taylor must also face her former best girl friend and try to restore a friendship that she thought of as long lost. SECOND CHANCE SUMMER is majorly about friendship, love and family. Although the story presents us with several conflicts, the drama doesn't seem all too present or overdone. Morgan finds exactly the right way to tell Taylor's story about her second chance and what she's doing with it when her world appears to be breaking apart. The motive of a second chance is huge in Morgan's second book. I just couldn't read it without spilling a few tears. THE VERDICT SECOND CHANCE SUMMER - One of the warmest summer reads this year! Do you know that comfortable fuzzy feeling a stunning and surprising book fills you with? SECOND CHANCE SUMMER left me with exactly this kind of feeling. It felt like Morgan Matson enclosed me into a comforting hug with every single new page, so warm and welcome did I feel in her story. SECOND CHANCE SUMMER is filled to the brim with all the things summer: love, friends, family, sweet kisses, riding your bikes, ice cream, days at the lake, summer jobbing and the vast and wistful feeling that comes with each passing day of summer.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was fantastic. There was just enough love, friendship and romance apart from the death. Be prepared to cry your eyes out. And smile and laugh too. This is the kind of book that keeps you up at night thinking about it, in a good way. Truly amazing.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is now one of my favorite books! Very few books make me cry, but this one did it. I couldn't put it down. It is romance, but also about friendship and going through hard times. It os very realistic and raw, and it plays with all sorts of emotions whether it is laughing or crying. READ THIS BOOK! You will fall in love with it!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This was one of the best books I have read all year. It brought out so many emotions in me. I felt like it was beautifully written.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I LOVED this book! When I read the description I thought it was going it be cheesy and another teenage summer flick thing. But it was so moving and I cried and could relate to the characters. People should definitely read this book!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    i thought it was great, had me crying at the end.. finished it in one day.. also loved her other book "Amy & Roger's Epic Detour" she's a great author and a new fave of mine =)
    maryparryMP More than 1 year ago
    Honestly, I don't even know if I have the words to express how I feel after just finishing this book. It was phenomenal. And it certainly was no care-free summer read. Oh no, it was much more than that. I could not put it down. As I reached the end of each chapter, I found myself yearning to read on, to know what would occur next. Most importantly, though, I learned about life, as well as I learned things even about myself. This book was heart-breaking and inspirational at the same time, and though I felt sadness and loss that I would no longer be able to follow Taylor's story at the end, I feel like I have come away as a better person. Matson is an amazing writer, and through this story of heartbreak and love, it has opened my eyes to the life I live in, and I know that I have become more aware of the decisions I make, and the relationships I take advantage of. And that, to be honest, is the first time a book has ever had that effect upon me. So thank you, Morgan Matson. I'll be looking out for your books to come :) 
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Very emotional and all consuming. Very easy to get invoved in the story and to feel the emotions of all the characters.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book kept me up way to late and had me crying by the end. Definitely a great read.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was one of the best books I have ever read. It gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling I always look for in a book.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I'm crying right now.. just finished this emotional, romantic and just great book. I wasn't expecting to be in tears, to laugh, and just enjoy it but i did and I'm pretty sure I loved it.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I dont cry when iread books this is the only one
    BookMama_1 More than 1 year ago
    Wow! I loved this book! I found myself crying with the family at the end. A wonderful lesson on what really matters in life and how much we take things and people for granted. The little things that we do/say that will mean so much to us and to others. Knowing that running away is not always the answer to your problems and that someone will always be there to help you up when you fall.
    Traveling_queen1 More than 1 year ago
    This one is by far my favorite book that she has wrote. I laughed my butt off. I cried like a baby. This  book was amazing and so much raw emotions. I loved it and it is worth ever penny. I could read this book over and over again and never get sick of it. 
    Lisa-LostInLiterature More than 1 year ago
    Ready for a complete shocker?! Wait for it… wait… I LOVED IT!! Okay, totally not shocking. More like completely obvious. If I didn’t love Morgan Matson enough after devouring Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour, the author crush is definitely in full swing now! Second Chance Summer is just that… a second chance summer for Taylor and her family. After learning her father has cancer and was only given a few more months to live, the family decides to go to their vacation home that they spent many, many summers at when Taylor was young. I could go into more detail about the story, but I feel that the synopsis gives just the right amount away. If you go into this story knowing only that, you will see why I loved it so much. Feelings overload! I was laughing, swooning and sobbing throughout this story. At 468 pages it’s anything but short, though it felt it went by much too quickly. Though I had originally purchased this book and was saving it for a sunny warm day (partly because the cover was so perfect and I wanted it on my shelf), I just couldn’t wait any longer and purchased the audio so I could get to it sooner. And I’m so happy I did. Though I’ve never in my life re-read a book before, this is one I can see myself reading over and over again. And again, as I’ve stated quite a bit lately, going the audio route was definitely perfect. Hearing this beautiful story told to me, getting to experience the emotions all firsthand, brought the story to life. There’s no question about a rating. If you can’t tell already, I absolutely adored this book. One of my favorite reads, well, ever. A perfect mix of romance, family, friendship, love, heartache and fun. Another masterpiece from Morgan Matson! I just can’t get enough of her books! (AND she grew up in NYC and Greenwich, Connecticut… so I HAVE to love her for that! :D )
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I really liked this book. When I look at the cover, I think its just a romance novel, but the author ties in so many other things like family problems and trouble from Taylor's past. Plus, it made me cry at different parts, which isn't easy to do. I would definitely recommend this.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Solid, contemporary Young Adult. This is the type of story I see working very well for teens, though it has appeal as an older reader with some mature family themes that never run schlocky given the illness angle. It's quite beautiful and speaks to slowing down in our busy culture. Lots of books get compared to Sarah Dessen's work, I do think this book rightly compares based on balanced themes of family and heartache. Other similar authors: Jessi Kirby, Melissa Walker.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I must say this book is absolutelt stunning! A book a could not stand to put down. This book had me in tears. A definite must read book.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is soooooo good! I was about to cry but I couldnt because it was in school! This author is amazing. Highly reccommended.
    Much_Loved_Books More than 1 year ago
    Emotional but amazing read econd Chance Summer has been sitting on my shelf since it was published. I loved Amy & Rogers Epic Detour so the moment I found out Morgan was writing another book I knew I had to buy it, even without reading the synopsis. I had an idea of what the Second Chance Summer is all about, and for that reason alone that is why it has taken so long for me to pick this book up, it hits very close to home and I've had to build myself up to reading it.  Second Chance Summer follows Taylor and her family as they return the their lake house, after years of not going, to make this one summer last.  To make lasting memories as a family, together in one place.  During her time here Taylor also has to confront her past, and the mistakes she made with her friends.  She sees old faces she doesn't particularly want to see, Henry her ex boyfriend, and Lucy her ex best friend. While there is atmosphere between Taylor and each individual, there is a reason for it and I was desperate to find out what caused this rift, wanting to know what caused this huge rift to appear between what used to be best friends that did everything together.  As the past is slowly revealed I found myself becoming more drawn into the story, wanting to see things made right again. When I began reading Second Chance Summer I was hooked. I love the relationship Taylor has with her Dad, and the relationship between her siblings reminds me of mine growing up.  Even the environment around the lake house sounds idyllic and would be a perfect getaway retreat to sit and relax. I love how Morgan can write such a hard thing to experience, yet still draw you in and make you feel part of the family. Experiencing every moment of happiness, sadness, and loss with them. I stayed up till 2am to finish this book, I could not put it down.  Towards the end of the book I was heartbroken for Taylor and I cried a lot, every page had me wiping the tears from my eyes, determined I was going to finish this book no matter what. Second Chance Summer is a fantastic read that takes you on one hell of an emotional roller coaster ride, and even though the subject matter is hard, and I was a crying wreck near the end, I would not hesitate to pick this book up again.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book made me cry so hard. Great book. Cute funny sad everything a book should be. Definitaly worth $10.