To All The Boys I'Ve Loved Before By Jenny Han, Paperback

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is now a major motion picture on giaoandientu.edu.vn & the inspiration for the spin-off series XO, Kitty—now streaming on giaoandientu.edu.vn! A Time Best YA Book of All Time (2021) Lara Jean’s love life gets complicated in this new york Times bestselling “lovely, lighthearted romance” (School Library Journal) from the bestselling tác giả 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 tuy nhiên 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 và soul và 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, và suddenly, Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to lớn out of control.

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Chapter 1 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 lớn 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 & my dad is surrounded by girls. I mean it: all day long he is surrounded by females. My dad is an ob-gyn, và he also happens to lớn be the father of three daughters, so it’s lượt thích girls, girls, girls all day. He also likes Josh because Josh likes comics and he’ll go fishing with him. My dad tried to lớn take us fishing once, and I cried when my shoes got mud on them, và Margot cried when her book got wet, và Kitty cried because Kitty was still practically a baby. Kitty loves Josh because he’ll play cards with her và not get bored. Or at least pretend khổng lồ not get bored. They make deals with each other—if I win this next hand, you have to lớn 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 & he’ll run out & buy some, because that’s Josh. If I had lớn 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 khổng lồ a giant piece of cardboard. There’s paper and scraps all around her. Humming khổng lồ herself, she says, “When Daddy asks me what I want for Christmas, I am just going lớn say, ‘Pick any one of these breeds & 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, & I devote myself khổng lồ 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 khổng lồ 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 khổng lồ let me.” But it’s true that I’ve never flown by myself before. Và also I’ve never even left the country before. Would Margot meet me at the airport, or would I have khổng lồ find my own way khổng lồ 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 & cheese for all our meals.” “We can go khổng lồ Jim Morrison’s grave!” Josh throws in. “We can go lớn a parfumerie and get our personal scents done!” I cheer, và 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 lớn 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 lớn stay at a hostel.” She crawls over to Margot and climbs in her lap, even though she’s nine và nine is too big lớn 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 và 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 lớn her, rolling cookie dough into balls và dropping them in cinnamon & sugar. Snickerdoodles lớn get back in Kitty’s good graces. Earlier, when I went in khổng lồ say good night, Kitty rolled over và wouldn’t speak lớn me because she’s still convinced I’m going khổng lồ try khổng lồ cut her out of the Paris trip. My plan is to put the snickerdoodles on a plate right next to lớn her pillow so she wakes up to the smell of fresh-baked cookies. Margot’s being extra quiet, & 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 lớn break up,” I say. “Just ’cause you’re going lớn college doesn’t mean you have to lớn 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 & I are in the middle of an argument, if I am about lớn get hit by a car, I will always stop và listen to a story about Mommy. Any detail, any remembrance that Margot has, I want to lớn 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. & then she’ll tell the story like she was there và not just a little baby. “She told me to try not to lớn go lớn 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 lớn 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 lớn 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, và I get up & 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 và tell him you changed your mind.” Margot shakes her head. “It’s done, Lara Jean.” I release her & 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, lượt thích 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 & then opens her mouth. I feed it to her like a baby. “Wait & see, you và 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 lớn 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 lượt thích 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 khổng lồ count) I was more lượt thích Margot. Because sometimes it feels like I’ll never be done. Later, after I’ve washed the dishes & plated the cookies and set them on Kitty’s pillow, I go khổng lồ my room. I don’t turn the light on. I go to my window. Josh’s light is still on.

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When her secret love letters somehow get mailed lớn each of her five crushes, Lara Jean finds her quiet high school existence turned upside down.