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Title:
To All the Boys I've Loved Before

To All the Boys I've Loved Before Series, Book 1
Author:
Han, Jenny
Subject:
Romance
Young Adult Fiction
Description:
To All the Boys I've Loved Before is now a major motion picture streaming on Netflix! Lara Jean's love life gets complicated in this New York Times bestselling "lovely, lighthearted romance" (School Library Journal) from the bestselling author of The Summer I Turned Pretty series.What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them...all at once? Sixteen-year-old Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren't love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she's written. One for every boy she's ever lovedā€”five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart and soul and says all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean's love life goes from imaginary to out of control.
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Date:
2014/04/15
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Language:
English

Summary

Summary

To All the Boys I've Loved Before is now a major motion picture streaming on Netflix!

Lara Jean's love life gets complicated in this New York Times bestselling "lovely, lighthearted romance" ( School Library Journal ) from the bestselling author of The Summer I Turned Pretty series.

What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them...all at once?

Sixteen-year-old Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren't love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she's written. One for every boy she's ever loved--five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart and soul and says all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean's love life goes from imaginary to out of control.


Author Notes

Jenny Han was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. She graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and earned an MFA in writing for children at New School University. She lives in New York City.

Jenny's books include The Summer I Turned Pretty Series, To All the Boys I've Loved Before, Shug, and Clara Lee and The Apple Pie Dream. She's also the co-author of Burn for Burn and Fire with Fire with Siobhan Vivian. She made The New York Times Best Seller List with her title P. S. I Still Love You.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 5

Publisher's Weekly Review

Lara Jean Covey writes romantic goodbye letters to boys "when I don't want to be in love anymore," never intending for them to see the light of day. She understandably panics when the five letters are somehow mailed out, especially because she wrote one to Josh, her older sister Margot's nice, nerdy ex. To convince Josh that she's over him, Lara Jean pretends to date popular Peter, who agrees to the charade to make his former girlfriend jealous. But when Peter holds her hand or jokes around with her younger sister, Kitty, Lara Jean begins to wonder "what's real and what's not." As in Han's The Summer I Turned Pretty, there's a love triangle at work, but Lara Jean's personality-goofy, awkward, prone to strong emotions, and entirely naive when it comes to boys-give this touching story an individuality and charm all its own. Han creates a realistically flawed cast, especially half-Korean Lara Jean and her sisters, who work hard to be good to one another after their mother's death (even when they're at one another's throats). Ages 12-up. Agent: Emily Van Beek, Folio Literary Management. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Horn Book Review

Lara Jean writes letters to boys she's liked without thinking they'll ever be sent. When she discovers that the letters have been mailed, she pretends to date one of those boys to save face in front of another (who also dated her studying-abroad sister). What follows is a sweet, honest, and beautifully written story about sisterly bonds and true first love. (c) Copyright 2014. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Booklist Review

Lara Jean writes plenty of love letters, but she never sends them. It's just her way of moving on from a crush. When her secret box of letters goes missing and she discovers they've been mailed including one to her sister's ex-boyfriend Lara Jean has to come face-to-face with her past and in the process learn more about her future. While the core of the novel focuses on Lara Jean learning to branch out and take risks, other issues of family, sisterly bonds, and coping without a mother run through the narrative. Though some of the side characters could be better developed, Lara Jean is a quirky, low-key protagonist who is off the relatability charts: she loves vintage clothes and prefers to stay at home, knit, and work on her scrapbooking. Short chapters and a convincing romance keep the story sailing as Lara Jean learns, at long last, to take charge. A wonderful choice for fans of Sarah Dessen and Stephanie Perkins.--Thompson, Sarah Bean Copyright 2014 Booklist


School Library Journal Review

Gr 7 Up-Lara Jean Song and her two sisters, Margot and Kitty, are all but inseparable. Since their mother's tragic death, their lives mostly revolve around their father and Margot's boyfriend, Josh. But now Margot is leaving for college in Scotland and things at home seem strange without her. As Lara Jean starts her junior year of high school, she tries to regain a sense of normalcy, but instead, the unimaginable happens. Five secret letters that she had written to her former crushes are accidentally mailed. Josh receives one, and so does Peter, the most popular boy in school. In an attempt to repair her friendship with Josh, Lara Jean starts a fake relationship with Peter who plays along, hoping to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. But the more she gets to know Peter, the more she wonders if there may be something real between them after all. With lightness and humor, Han (Ashes to Ashes) offers listeners an honest look at first love and the bond among sisters. Elements of family unity and the Song girls' Korean heritage add to the charm. Laura Knight Keating's bright, nuanced voice perfectly portrays the characters in all their complexities. A good listen for anyone who enjoys stories of young love and sisterhood.-Amanda Spino, Ocean County Library, NJ (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Kirkus Review

An ultimately compelling exploration of teenage growth and young love. With her idolized sister Margot leaving for college, Lara Jean doesn't feel ready for the coming changes: becoming more responsible for their younger sister, Kitty, helping their widowed father, or seeing Margot break up with Josh, the boy next doorwhom Lara Jean secretly liked first. But there's even greater upheaval to come, when Lara Jean's five secret letters to the boys she's loved are mailed to them by accident. Lara Jean runs when sweet, dependable Josh tries to talk to her about her letter. And when Peter Kavinsky gets his letter, it brings him back into Lara Jean's life, all handsome, charming, layered and complicated. They start a fake relationship to help Lara Jean deal with Josh and Peter to get over his ex. But maybe Lara Jean and Peter will discover there's something more between them as they learn about themselves and each other. It's difficult to see this book as a love triangleJosh is bland as oatmeal, and Peter is utterly charismatic. Meanwhile, readers may find that Lara Jean sometimes seems too nave and rather young for 16though in many ways, this makes her feel more realistic than many of the world-weary teens that populate the shelves. Regardless, readers will likely be so swept up in the romance they can read past any flaws. (Fiction. 14-18)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.


Excerpts

Excerpts

To All The Boys I've Loved Before 1 JOSH IS MARGOT'S BOYFRIEND, BUT I guess you could say my whole family is a little in love with him. It's hard to say who most of all. Before he was Margot's boyfriend, he was just Josh. He was always there. I say always, but I guess that's not true. He moved next door five years ago but it feels like always. My dad loves Josh because he's a boy and my dad is surrounded by girls. I mean it: all day long he is surrounded by females. My dad is an ob-gyn, and he also happens to be the father of three daughters, so it's like girls, girls, girls all day. He also likes Josh because Josh likes comics and he'll go fishing with him. My dad tried to take us fishing once, and I cried when my shoes got mud on them, and Margot cried when her book got wet, and Kitty cried because Kitty was still practically a baby. Kitty loves Josh because he'll play cards with her and not get bored. Or at least pretend to not get bored. They make deals with each other--if I win this next hand, you have to make me a toasted crunchy-peanut-butter-sandwich, no crusts. That's Kitty. Inevitably there won't be crunchy peanut butter and Josh will say too bad, pick something else. But then Kitty will wear him down and he'll run out and buy some, because that's Josh. If I had to say why Margot loves him, I think maybe I would say it's because we all do. We are in the living room, Kitty is pasting pictures of dogs to a giant piece of cardboard. There's paper and scraps all around her. Humming to herself, she says, "When Daddy asks me what I want for Christmas, I am just going to say, 'Pick any one of these breeds and we'll be good.'?" Margot and Josh are on the couch; I'm lying on the floor, watching TV. Josh popped a big bowl of popcorn, and I devote myself to it, handfuls and handfuls of it. A commercial comes on for perfume: a girl is running around the streets of Paris in an orchid-colored halter dress that is thin as tissue paper. What I wouldn't give to be that girl in that tissue-paper dress running around Paris in springtime! I sit up so suddenly I choke on a kernel of popcorn. Between coughs I say, "Margot, let's meet in Paris for my spring break!" I'm already picturing myself twirling with a pistachio macaron in one hand and a raspberry one in the other. Margot's eyes light up. "Do you think Daddy will let you?" "Sure, it's culture. He'll have to let me." But it's true that I've never flown by myself before. And also I've never even left the country before. Would Margot meet me at the airport, or would I have to find my own way to the hostel? Josh must see the sudden worry on my face because he says, "Don't worry. Your dad will definitely let you go if I'm with you." I brighten. "Yeah! We can stay at hostels and just eat pastries and cheese for all our meals." "We can go to Jim Morrison's grave!" Josh throws in. "We can go to a parfumerie and get our personal scents done!" I cheer, and Josh snorts. "Um, I'm pretty sure 'getting our scents done' at a parfumerie would cost the same as a week's stay at the hostel," he says. He nudges Margot. "Your sister suffers from delusions of grandeur." "She is the fanciest of the three of us," Margot agrees. "What about me?" Kitty whimpers. "You?" I scoff. "You're the least fancy Song girl. I have to beg you to wash your feet at night, much less take a shower." Kitty's face gets pinched and red. "I wasn't talking about that, you dodo bird. I was talking about Paris." Airily, I wave her off. "You're too little to stay at a hostel." She crawls over to Margot and climbs in her lap, even though she's nine and nine is too big to sit in people's laps. "Margot, you'll let me go, won't you?" "Maybe it could be a family vacation," Margot says, kissing her cheek. "You and Lara Jean and Daddy could all come." I frown. That's not at all the Paris trip I was imagining. Over Kitty's head Josh mouths to me, We'll talk later, and I give him a discreet thumbs-up. * * * It's later that night; Josh is long gone. Kitty and our dad are asleep. We are in the kitchen. Margot is at the table on her computer; I am sitting next to her, rolling cookie dough into balls and dropping them in cinnamon and sugar. Snickerdoodles to get back in Kitty's good graces. Earlier, when I went in to say good night, Kitty rolled over and wouldn't speak to me because she's still convinced I'm going to try to cut her out of the Paris trip. My plan is to put the snickerdoodles on a plate right next to her pillow so she wakes up to the smell of fresh-baked cookies. Margot's being extra quiet, and then, out of nowhere, she looks up from her computer and says, "I broke up with Josh tonight. After dinner." My cookie-dough ball falls out of my fingers and into the sugar bowl. "I mean, it was time," she says. Her eyes aren't red-rimmed; she hasn't been crying, I don't think. Her voice is calm and even. Anyone looking at her would think she was fine. Because Margot is always fine, even when she's not. "I don't see why you had to break up," I say. "Just 'cause you're going to college doesn't mean you have to break up." "Lara Jean, I'm going to Scotland, not UVA. Saint Andrews is nearly four thousand miles away." She pushes up her glasses. "What would be the point?" I can't even believe she would say that. "The point is, it's Josh. Josh who loves you more than any boy has ever loved a girl!" Margot rolls her eyes at this. She thinks I'm being dramatic, but I'm not. It's true--that's how much Josh loves Margot. He would never so much as look at another girl. Suddenly she says, "Do you know what Mommy told me once?" "What?" For a moment I forget all about Josh. Because no matter what I am doing in life, if Margot and I are in the middle of an argument, if I am about to get hit by a car, I will always stop and listen to a story about Mommy. Any detail, any remembrance that Margot has, I want to have it too. I'm better off than Kitty, though. Kitty doesn't have one memory of Mommy that we haven't given her. We've told her so many stories so many times that they're hers now. "Remember that time . . . ," she'll say. And then she'll tell the story like she was there and not just a little baby. "She told me to try not to go to college with a boyfriend. She said she didn't want me to be the girl crying on the phone with her boyfriend and saying no to things instead of yes." Scotland is Margot's yes, I guess. Absently, I scoop up a mound of cookie dough and pop it in my mouth. "You shouldn't eat raw cookie dough," Margot says. I ignore her. "Josh would never hold you back from anything. He's not like that. Remember how when you decided to run for student-body president, he was your campaign manager? He's your biggest fan!" At this, the corners of Margot's mouth turn down, and I get up and fling my arms around her neck. She leans her head back and smiles up at me. "I'm okay," she says, but she isn't, I know she isn't. "It's not too late, you know. You can go over there right now and tell him you changed your mind." Margot shakes her head. "It's done, Lara Jean." I release her and she closes her laptop. "When will the first batch be ready? I'm hungry." I look at the magnetic egg timer on the fridge. "Four more minutes." I sit back down and say, "I don't care what you say, Margot. You guys aren't done. You love him too much." She shakes her head. "Lara Jean," she begins, in her patient Margot voice, like I am a child and she is a wise old woman of forty-two. I wave a spoonful of cookie dough under Margot's nose, and she hesitates and then opens her mouth. I feed it to her like a baby. "Wait and see, you and Josh will be back together in a day, maybe two." But even as I'm saying it, I know it's not true. Margot's not the kind of girl to break up and get back together on a whim; once she's decided something, that's it. There's no waffling, no regrets. It's like she said: when she's done, she's just done. I wish (and this is a thought I've had many, many times, too many times to count) I was more like Margot. Because sometimes it feels like I'll never be done. Later, after I've washed the dishes and plated the cookies and set them on Kitty's pillow, I go to my room. I don't turn the light on. I go to my window. Josh's light is still on. Excerpted from To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.