When Summer Ends: A Novel

When Summer Ends: A Novel

by Jessica Pennington

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Overview

Two teenagers discover how an unexpected turn of fate can bring new love to heal old wounds in Jessica Pennington's stunning, romantic YA novel When Summer Ends.

Aiden Emerson is an all-star pitcher and the all-around golden boy of Riverton. Or at least he was, before he quit the team the last day of junior year without any explanation. How could he tell people he's losing his vision at seventeen?

Straight-laced Olivia thought she had life all figured out. But when her dream internship falls apart, her estranged mother comes back into her life, and her long-time boyfriend ghosts her right before summer break, she's starting to think fate has a weird sense of humor.

Each struggling to find a new direction, Aiden and Olivia decide to live summer by chance. Every fleeting adventure and stolen kiss is as fragile as a coin flip in this heartfelt journey to love and self-discovery from the author of Love Songs & Other Lies.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250187338
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 04/09/2019
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 264,746
Product dimensions: 5.73(w) x 8.54(h) x 0.99(d)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

JESSICA PENNINGTON is no stranger to the combination of love and drama. She’s a wedding planner, after all. Jessica likes the challenge of finding the humor in a sad situation or highlighting the awkwardness in a romantic one. A serial entrepreneur with a BA in Public Relations, Jessica has a passion for grassroots marketing. She lives in a Michigan beach town suspiciously similar to the one in her novel, where she owns more YA novels than many teens and spends most of her time on a laptop, rather than a beach. Love Songs & Other Lies is her debut novel.

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CHAPTER 1

OLIVIA

I've been stabbed in the chest. Literally. My eyes dart down to my bridesmaid dress, but somehow, it's inexplicably blood-free. It's also about four sizes too big, engulfing me in swaths of loose fabric.

"Sorry about that, honey." Deb, the seamstress, puts a pin between her teeth and talks around it. "We just need it a little tighter up here." She pulls at the minty green and pale blue fabric that wraps across my chest, pinching until it feels like it may slice me in half.

My boyfriend Zander's mom, Trudy, gives me a sympathetic glance from her perch on a kitchen stool. "The first fitting is the worst. Next time will just be little tweaks." She looks at the seamstress, who is now crouched down at my feet. "Right, Deb?"

Deb nods as she slides another pin into the dress.

It feels like I've been trapped in this dress for a short eternity, even though the clock claims it's only been twenty minutes since I stripped down and traded my clothes for the eclectic floral confection that now drapes over me. Eclectic. That's what the bride, Becca, called it when Trudy pulled it from the bag and presented it to me, one hand under it, like I was setting my eyes on a great award and not something that looks like an old watercolor painting in dress form. When Trudy slides a magazine across the counter and begins thumbing through it, I worry that maybe this is going to take a lot longer than the "quick second" she promised.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is what I wanted. To be in the wedding. Being in Becca's wedding is the epitome of acceptance into Zander's family. Wedding pictures are forever. It wasn't a huge surprise though. Sure, Zander and I are only juniors — almost seniors — but I'm not a regular girlfriend. The kind you meet on the first day of math class and start dating on a whim when you get partnered up for a project. The one you break up with before the first school dance rolls around. No, I'm the opposite. I'm the friend-turned-girlfriend, the one his mom has been begging him to date since way before it was even appropriate. I'm the pseudo daughter-in-law. The girlfriend who no longer gets asked to dances or out on dates, because we just know.

The door slams and I tear my eyes away from Deb — who I was hoping wouldn't poke me while I was actually watching her — to see Becca coming through the kitchen with a small black tote bag slung over her shoulder. Zander's sister looks like a younger version of his mom, with sandy blond hair that is always in soft curls at her shoulders and blue eyes that are soft and kind. Even when she's curled up on the couch watching a movie with her fiancé Chad, Becca looks like she has somewhere to go.

"Oh Liv, you look so beautiful," she gushes when she sees me. Like her mother, Becca has the ability to say that sort of thing without sounding as if she felt obligated to.

"It's a really gorgeous dress," I say, and for the first time I feel like it's true.

She shakes her head as she sits down on a stool next to her mother. "It's a really gorgeous you." She sets the black bag on the counter and dumps out the contents, sending little squares of fabric sliding across the granite breakfast bar.

Trudy claps her hands. "Wow," she says, fingering a few swatches. "Madeline sent all of these?" Madeline is Becca's wedding planner, but I've never met her, because she lives in Indianapolis where Becca and Chad live, and where the wedding will take place in one of the loft spaces downtown on Labor Day weekend.

Becca nods. "We're supposed to pick our top five. I'm thinking something darker for the table" — she grabs a shiny taupe fabric and sets it aside — "and lighter for the napkins. And something with some sparkle for the cocktail tables." She holds a sequin beige square in the air and shakes it in my direction. "What do you think about this? I sort of love this one."

"Are there going to be any colors?" I ask.

Trudy laughs. "These are colors. Neutrals are elegant." She pats Becca's hand on the counter. "It's going to be so beautiful." Trudy pushes a curl behind Becca's shoulder, and leaves her hand there, and my heart aches for how sweet it is. I so want that to be me someday, sitting with Trudy and Becca, obsessing over fabric swatches and appetizer choices and the guest list.

"Liv." Zander's voice comes up the stairs just as he does, and pulls me out of my thoughts. "We gotta go."

I look down at Deb, who shoves a pin along my hem before sitting back on her knees. "You're good," she says. "I'll see you in a few months for the final."

I look up at Zander, who is striding over to his mother and sister. He picks up a piece of fabric. "Why are they all brown?"

Becca lets out a dramatic gasp. "It's not brown," she says, scrunching her nose up in mock disgust. "It's cappuccino."

"Whatever you say." Zander puts his hands up in surrender. "Your wedding, your poop-brown napkins."

Becca comes at Zander with an open hand that lands across his bicep, and he breaks out into laughter. "I'm just kidding! Jeez!"

"Leave your sister alone." Trudy's voice is sugar, like it always is with her youngest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"I snuck in the back. Liv and I have to go to a ... thing. Okay if I steal her?"

I don't move, because I know how this routine goes when I'm in the midst of wedding prep. Trudy and Becca can spend hours talking over every detail of this wedding, and Zander and I have been putting on this show for months. He insists we leave. I act like I just can't, I have to help. He insists, I give in (because Ugh, what can you do? Guys.). And then, finally, I'm free. Tonight's performance is no different. After a few groans from Becca about needing a tie-breaker vote, the door slams behind us and we practically leap onto the back porch. And no one can be mad at me.

Zander grabs my hand and leads me down the steps toward his car. "I am a human pincushion." I sigh dramatically, like there was a chance I wasn't going to make it through my fitting unscathed. "I could kiss you for rescuing me."

"You could." Zander is smiling when he pulls me toward him, his blue eyes locked on mine, his cropped blond hair shining in the sun. His arms wrap behind me as he walks me back, until my butt bumps into the car door. Zander's lips are warm and soft, and so sweet when they meet mine. I sometimes still think about how surreal it is that I kiss him now. That after years of thinking about it — and okay, I'll admit it, obsessing about it — I finally get to do it. I grope around for the handle behind me and slide away from Zander before our driveway PDA gets out of hand. I'm not making out with him in front of his house, not with all of the Peeping-Tom neighbors at their windows. I drop myself into the front seat and he does the same. As we back out of the driveway, I don't even know where we're going, but I don't care. I'd go anywhere with Zander.

* * *

As we're pulling out of his subdivision, Zander turns the music down. "Don't be mad, but I can't hang out tonight," he says.

"But you just said —" What was that whole song and dance at his house for?

"I didn't want you to be stuck with my family on a Friday night."

"Thanks. I guess ..." Instead I'm going to be stuck by myself on a Friday night, because there's no chance my best friend, Emma, hasn't already been scooped up by her new boyfriend, Mani. "Why can't we hang out?"

"Peterson has a thing at his house."

Tim Peterson is a senior on the baseball team — one of Zander's teammates.

"And this is a no-girlfriends-allowed type of thing? It's not just a party?" I say.

He doesn't respond right away, and I wonder what exactly is happening over there that I can't come along for. "It's a party, sort of. But, like ... okay, it's a tournament."

I've been to a lot of Zander's tournaments, and none of them happen at anyone's house.

"Peterson got the new Madden and the draft is tonight." He looks at me like I must not understand. "You know, picking our teams."

"I know what a draft is." We're pulling onto my road. "And that's going to take all night?"

"We'll probably just hang out after," he says as we pull into my driveway. "I could maybe stop over after?"

When did it became such a chore for him to work me into his schedule? I think about telling Zander that it's the second time he's ditched me this week. But instead he kisses me, and tells me he loves me as I close the door behind me. And I don't say anything, because he's already said the one thing I've always wanted him to say.

* * *

"What's the buzz, little bee?" Aunt Sarah flicks me on the shoulder as she passes me in the kitchen. I'm perched atop a stool at the island, and while my math book is open on one side of me, my computer is filled with words. I tip the screen down just slightly, to obscure it. "Still writing, I see." She laughs at her rhyming. I'd roll my eyes at anyone else, but something about how much she doesn't give a crap just makes me love her so much more. "Oh em gee."

"Okay, just stop." I laugh as she opens the refrigerator and pulls out the carton of lemonade.

"Sorry. When you wear that, you know I just can't help it. Brings back memories." She mock sighs and looks up dramatically, like her memories are locked up in a little cloud hovering overhead in our kitchen.

I look down at the yellow shirt and black leggings I'm wearing, and it does bear a slight resemblance to the bumblebee costume I was obsessed with in elementary school. It had black tights and a striped black-and-yellow body that looked like I'd gutted a giant stuffed animal, and inserted myself into it like a striped version of Big Bird. My mom had brought it home with her after she returned from wherever it was she had wandered off to. I didn't know back then, but if I had to guess now, it was probably somewhere with our neighbor, Mr. Hoyle, whose wife moved out sometime shortly after. She was always scowling at our house.

Every day when I came home from kindergarten, I would pull my bumblebee outfit on, and spend the rest of the night buzzing about my Oma's living room. Aunt Sarah would always come over for dinner when I was there — which was most of elementary school and the first half of middle school, before I moved in with her in seventh grade. She'd always greet me and my stripy legs with, "What's the buzz, little bee?" I bet she wished I'd still been that cute when I moved in with her in seventh grade. It probably should have been weird for me to move in with her when I was twelve, but Aunt Sarah and I clicked right from the start. Probably because I never had a "normal" life. Aunt Sarah always made me feel like she wanted me at her house, and that's all I ever wanted.

"She called yesterday." Aunt Sarah doesn't have to say who, because anyone other than my mother would just call my cell phone. Normal people actually want to talk to you, because they care. My mother just wants the illusion of caring. Next time I see her — which will likely be around my birthday next spring, because she's sentimental like that — she'll point out how many times she tried to call me. Like I've got a scorecard and she's earned some points. In reality, I stopped keeping score when I was nine and she told me she was moving back for good and then didn't. And I stopped caring around twelve, when I moved in with Aunt Sarah and knew that the illusion of my mother figuring her crap out was officially over. I don't even know what state she's currently in. She seems to just pop from place to place, without a care in the world.

When I think of family, I think of Aunt Sarah and my Oma — even though she's mostly in Florida these days — and Zander, and his family. And Emma, my best friend since kindergarten, who is walking through the back door right now, letting it slam behind her.

"I did it!" she belts out.

"I'll leave now." Aunt Sarah glances at Emma and her eyes go wide. It's not that Aunt Sarah isn't fun, she just likes her fun a little quieter. And with fewer sweeping arm movements.

"You don't have to," I say. Unlike me, Emma doesn't care what people think about what she says, or how she dresses, or anything, really. Aunt Sarah's probably worried she's about to hear Emma's "first time" story. That ship has sailed.

"Oh yes, I do," Aunt Sarah says, glancing down at my computer as she passes by. "But let's talk later, okay?"

I love that Aunt Sarah doesn't ask about my writing. I guess maybe it's out of habit, since when I started, it was a journal my therapist gave me. At first I wrote about my mom, because I thought that's what they wanted, but they never asked to look at it. So eventually I just started jotting down little thoughts I'd have. Usually it was a note about my life — something I wanted to change, a wish I had for how things actually were, something I felt bad about. But eventually they turned into little stories. My own little world where I controlled the outcome. And I suppose maybe that was the point all along.

Unfortunately, tonight I'm not writing anything. I'm staring at my blank screen, trying to think of a topic for a "dynamic personal essay" that doesn't require me to splash my family problems across the page, but could still win me an internship at a major teen magazine next summer. Which would be a very exciting step up from the job I have lined up this summer at our local tourist magazine, Lake Lights.

"What are you working on?" Emma does not have a problem asking me about my writing. Or anything.

"It's an essay contest for this —" I pick up the magazine from the counter next to me, the lead actress from my favorite book-to-screen adaptation smiling on the cover. "The winner gets an internship this winter."

"Oh my god, in New York or something?"

I wish. "No, remotely. But it would look amazing on my college applications."

"True story." She sets a pile of red and white fabric on the counter in front of me. "I have news too." She smiles. "I got the job at The Cherry Pit. You're looking at one of Riverton's newest worst-dressed waitresses." She pops her hands at her shoulders and dips in a little curtsy.

"Congrats," I say, and I mean it, because it's not easy finding a job in a small town when all of the college kids swoop back in for the summer.

"So what are you going to write about?"

I stare at the screen, filled with completely unrelated paragraphs that are all dead ends. Usually I write short stories — love stories. But this? I don't feel like I've actually experienced anything worth writing fifteen hundred words about. "I have no idea."

AIDEN

Just put it in his mitt, and you can get off of this field. When I stand on the mound, that's what I think about now. When I'm standing on the mound, or sitting in the dugout with moon dust caked on my pants. Or when I'm riding my bike, wishing I were still behind the wheel of my car. I played summer league when I was a kid, and I don't remember wanting to get off of the mound as badly as I do now. I'd think about the way the sweat and dirt would make my face red and scratchy. How the short stocky kid who played right field always lost his white uniform socks and would come in his dad's black dress socks. When I was twelve, I'd think about impressing the girls who had come to watch us play. Or I'd think about the motions I was about to go through. About how I needed to present the ball for just long enough. Shifting my weight at the right moment, squaring up to the batter after releasing the ball. I don't remember my dad's yelling back then, but I'm sure it was always there, like a soft static that was drowned out by all of the other thoughts. The girls and the pizza after the game were louder than he was.

But now, standing on the mound, the ball sticky in my hand, all I hear is my father, saying out loud all of the things I'm thinking. He's standing behind the fence next to the dugout, his brow almost as wet as mine. At least mine is hidden by my Hornets hat. His is shining red, matted with damp brown hair.

"One more, Emerson!" he screams, his voice getting a little hoarse from the last eight innings. "Make it count!"

The ball leaves my hand and I can feel the verdict before the plate ump delivers it. "Ball two!"

My father's hands slam against the wire cage in front of him. "No! Head in the game! You've got this, Emerson!"

There's something really weird about my dad calling me by my last name. I think it's a habit that carried over from little league, when he was my coach and wanted to treat me like the rest of the team. I can't blame my dad for yelling today. He's just saying out loud what I'm thinking:

What are you doing, Aiden?

Focus!

Get this over with already!

(Continues…)


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ChaptersWeLove 28 days ago
My thoughts I absolutely Loved, loved this book! It was the perfect treat before the start of the summer and I'm sure it will bring joy to anyone who decides to pick it up, this was really a treat and it gave me all the perfect summer vibes. When Summer ends was such an easy read, We follow both Olivia and Aiden who are both trying to figure out which path to take after everything they had planned for the future was changed.  I love their chemistry and the friendship in this story was all well done.  The setting was perfect and the story was easy to follow even thought it alternated between Aiden and Olivia's POV. This is the second book I read by Jessica Pennington and I have to say it did not disappoint at all, I loved it as much as I loved Love Songs & Other Lies I love the artistic aspect of the story and how decisions were made by a coin toss, that is living freely LOL. My one and only complain about the story was the story with Olivia and her mom I just wish it wasn't there at all or that it was resolved better than it did but other than that I loved this book. Overall, this was a nice and easy summer read without heavy romantic drama and I liked it a lot!
LibrarianSGP 4 months ago
Aiden, his school’s star baseball pitcher until life throws him a curveball in the form of vision loss, abruptly quits the team without explanation. Over the summer, he works at River Depot, his family’s outdoor adventure business and devotes his time and energy to finding an art form that inspires him. Olivia, who lives with the aunt who has raised her after her mother left to “find herself”, is dumped by her lifelong friend-turned-boyfriend Zander, loses a great job writing for a local newspaper when they are forced to sell the business, and finds out that she’ll be moving to Arizona at the end of the summer for her aunt’s new job. Desperate to salvage what she can of the summer, she begins work at River Depot and vows to focus on her writing. Although Zander and Aiden’s were teammates, he and Olivia have to dispel misconceptions and acknowledge the break-up before they can begin to build a romantic attachment. As trust builds, Aiden reveals his vision loss and Olivia her family issues. However, she doesn’t tell him about her impending move. When the truth comes out, will Aiden’s sense of betrayal destroy their relationship? There’s much to love in this character-driven coming-of-age romance. Aiden is the perfect boyfriend and their relationship is adorable. Pennington’s choice of Lake Michigan as the beautiful backdrop for their love story is brilliant and their visit to the Grand Rapids ArtPrize festival serves as the perfect inspirational vehicle for Aiden’s large-scale projects. The dual points of view give the reader a more complete picture of their relationship. She also introduces Aiden’s gay cousin Ellis while avoiding the stereotypical “gay best friend” trope. However, there are some minor flaws that bear addressing. Problems that seem monumental are too easily resolved, such as Olivia’s renewed relationship with her mother and Aiden’s vision loss that is never fully-explained. When Olivia’s boyfriend Zander breaks up with her, she doesn’t seem very heartbroken. It also seems problematic to leave fate to a coin toss, which is cute only the first time. Overall, it’s a perfect quick summer read with an charming romance and a refreshing lack of teen angst. Give this to fans of Sarah Dessen, Kasie West and Huntley Fitzpatrick I received a complimentary ARC of this book from Tor Teen through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Opinions expressed are completely my own.
blueeyedshook 5 months ago
A cute book that has me ready for summer. I liked the premise. It was a nice, fluffy book without too much emotion or heaviness attached. However, in the same breath, I could say there wasn't enough emotion attached. I didn't really care that much about whether Olivia moved or not, or whether she ended up with Aiden or Zander. I mean, it kept my attention and kept me turning the page, but not with an avid desperation to find out what happened. The story is told from two perspectives, that of Olivia and that of Aiden. I really like when books do this, adn the author does a great job of keeping the voices easy to differentiate. But sometimes the jump between characters lost timing for me. Let me explain. Sometimes when the point of view went back and forth between Olivia and Aiden, it was from one moment to the next, continuing in the same scene. Other times, when the point of view changed, it would be in a completely different scene, setting or even day, but without any notice or explanation. One moment Aiden and Olivia are talking. Then the next point of view change, Olivia is with her mom or aunt or friend. I'd have to go back and read the last paragraph of the scene before to see if I missed something, but no, it just jumped. Those times were a little confusing and perhaps should have been flushed out more in editing. But overall, the story was cute.
Bookishly_Nerdy 5 months ago
This book was a really cute weekend read. Life kept interrupting me otherwise I would have finished this in a day or so. It's pace was neither too fast nor too slow. It was practically Goldilocks. When Summer Ends was the type of book I would not have hesitated to pick up when I was in high school and middle school. The relationship that Olivia had with Zander was the kind that a lot of girls get into during that age. In order to be cool, or accepted, or to have a boyfriend, they went along with whatever the boy wanted and didn't say anything. It was so gratifying to see that Olivia, instead of wallowing in her breakup, takes those feelings and looks back on the relationship. It was very healthy and I was so glad when she and Zander talked about it. Too little too late, but definitely better late than never. The relationship that Olivia then starts with Aiden wasn't really an improvement, so to speak, on her relationship with Zander. Despite the fat that Aiden did want to hang out and go on actual dates and take her places and enjoy time together, doing things they both liked, the fact that Olivia was not invested, or was trying not to be, wasn't good. Do I think that Aiden might have overreacted a little? Yes. Do I think that it was probably necessary as a good kick in the pants for Olivia? Yes. Olivia's relationship with her mother, while not a huge plot point, was very significant. It was really nice seeing how they were both trying to be mother and daughter again and how Olivia kind of let go of the anger she felt towards her mother. Aiden also was very important in terms of building relationships. He thought that the guys he hung out with were only hanging out with him because of baseball. And that was not the case. It was very important to see that. Neither became isolated and it was really interesting to see. I really liked it. But I wouldn't call it a five star.
thereadingchick 5 months ago
Olivia thinks that she has her life all figured out until her boyfriend ghost’s her, her summer internship falls through, and her guardian gets a new job that means they’ll be moving across country for her senior year. When she gets a job at the local outdoor company she gets to know Aidan, the golden boy pitcher on her high school team who quit suddenly at season’s end. They become unlikely friends who help each other learn to find a new brand of happiness, a happiness that includes each other. Olivia has definitely hit a rough spot! She has imagined her future as part of her boyfriends family as a kind of replacement for what she’s lacked in her own life. She was abandoned by her mother and that fear of being alone makes her forgive a lot of things in her boyfriend that she might not have forgiven otherwise. When she and Aidan start their friendship they have so much in common. Although Aidan has a great family life, his own life is changing drastically due to his failing vision. He find solace in his art, and she finds solace in her writing. They have that creativity in common, and together they challenge each other, which is a big contrast to the safe relationship Olivia had previously. Their relationship felt real and was one I could easily buy into. Aidan was a great YA hero. He was slightly tragic with his failing eyesight but was a truly wonderful guy. You really wanted Olivia to get over that old boyfriend and give Aidan a chance to win her over. Jessica Pennington’s style of writing is so comfortable and easy to read. While this story didn’t give me any extreme emotions I did really enjoy reading it and would recommend it to anyone who’s a fan of YA contemporary novels and wants a great book to read for the summer. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I received a free copy of this ARC through NetGalley for my honest review and it was honest.
MeganLeprich 6 months ago
Thank you so much to Macmillan-Tor and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I tried really really hard to like this book. It sounded like the perfect summer read with some parental problems and health problems thrown in to the mix. But it honestly fell short for me. I couldn’t get into the story and honestly questioned a couple of times why I was still reading it. Olivia’s mom has never really been in the picture so she’s lived with her Aunt since she was young. Her boyfriend’s family has always filled that void for her until they break up and she finds out she doesn’t get to work at the job she’s been waiting for all year. After getting a different job at the River Depot she finds out her ex-boyfriend’s best friend Aiden also works there. Aiden has just quit the baseball team due to his ailing eye sight and is at a loss since baseball has been in his life forever. Once the two of them start working together they realize how much they enjoy spending time together but what will happen when summer ends? I understood the whole plot and storyline of this book but I still didn’t enjoy it that much. It felt like every time there was a problem in the book it was immediately solved and then you moved onto another problem, which was immediately solved as well. There was no drama to it and honestly at times I forgot what this whole book was about because it felt like it was a lot longer than it needed to be. I also wasn’t a fan of any of the characters. It seemed like the two main characters came together only because one was hurting from a breakup and the other was freaking out about their health. I wish I could have enjoyed this book but it just wasn’t doing it for me.
AFCTL 6 months ago
When Summer Ends’ was really refreshing to read a YA novel that wasn’t ‘angst, angst, angst, angst’! I found this to be a really cruisey, fun and relaxing read, one perfect to read in the summer! Unfortunately, at the moment in NZ it’s autumn, so I didn’t get to experience that myself. It was really nice to read about how Aiden and Olivia work through their relationship over the summer, and the difficulties they face, the main one being whether or not their relationship will outlive the summer season. It wasn’t my typical summer romance cliche, which was refreshing. I only have two points in this novel where I felt it fell short. One was the problem building, as I felt that there was a lot of build up to an issue but the issue itself was resolved really quickly. It put me off a bit, but I found it easy to get over because it wasn’t a deal breaker for me. The second was that I felt the epilogue should have included Olivia’s perspective as well. It was great to see how Aiden had progressed and what was happening with him, but since the whole book was told from both perspectives, I wish the epilogue has as well. From another aspect though, I’m choosing to look at it rather like a John Green novel, as he also likes to let the reader imagine what the characters did after the book ends. I like to imagine that they go on living, but their story has finished. This novel is cute and fluffy which I really like, and let me just put it here with you guys as my witnesses that Aiden is amazing! Now, if you’re someone who thinks ahead into a book rather like me (a curse from my English classes in junior high), then you can probably predict in a general sense how the book will end, but this book is just so cute that I don’t care! I recommend this to all my readers who. Just. Want. Fluff. It is so cute!
jwills0829 6 months ago
E-ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review via NetGalley Synopsis: Aiden Emerson is an all-star pitcher and the all-around golden boy of Riverton or at least he was before he quit the team the last day of junior year without any explanation. How could he tell people he’s losing his vision at seventeen? Straight-laced Olivia thought she had life all figured out. But when her dream internship falls apart, her estranged mother comes back into her life, and her long-time boyfriend ghosts her right before summer break, she’s starting to think fate has a weird sense of humor. Each struggling to find a new direction, Aiden and Olivia decide to live summer by chance. Every fleeting adventure and stolen kiss is as fragile as a coin flip in this heartfelt journey to love and self-discovery from the author of Love Songs & Other Lies. Review: I was given the opportunity by the author and NetGalley to read and review When Summer Ends. Normally, I do not read a lot of contemporary books but reading the synopsis I thought and was hoping that I would like it. Honestly, I thought I wasn’t going to like the book but I was pleasantly surprised that I really enjoy it and I adored this book. The writing style of the book is really good, it flows nicely and having two point of views in the book was nice and I was able to understand what was going on with Olivia and Aiden thoughts throughout the book. I love Olivia and Aiden, their friendship/turn into relationship was nice to see developing in the story. The way their relationship developed and seeing them having a lot of fun for summer, reminded me of when I was younger and enjoying the summer. Summer was a perfect setting for telling Olivia and Aiden story. After reaching the end of the book, I really want to read more about them and I would love to see a continuity of their story in another book. I wish we would have more of Olivia’s best friend Emma, she was a lot of fun and really persuade Olivia to think and live her summer outside of her normal box. The other person, I enjoyed in the book was Ellis, I felt like he would be an interesting character and I would like have known more about him. Overall, I love this book and I gave it 5/5 stars. I have never read any of Jessica’s other books and now I am looking at reading her other books.