To All the Boys I've Loved Before Complete Collection
Reviews
SUCH A GOOD BOOK NOT OVERATED IT IS LITTERALY THE BEST IDC IF MY SPELLING AIN'T WORKING FOR YA! BUT ITS SO GOODDDDDDDDDDD!
This series was okay. Read it mainly because of the movies, but it was just a typical teenage love story. Was predictable.
Highlights
I know now that I don’t want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.
“I don’t mean to. The first isn’t necessarily the last, but it will always be the first, and that’s special. Firsts are special.”
“Grow up, Lara Jean.” In a lot of ways, I feel like I have.
This may be true. Perhaps I am in love with love! That doesn’t seem like such a bad way to be.
I think that time might be different for young people.
To my surprise she shakes her head. “My first love was named Albert. He was my older brother’s best friend. I thought I would marry him. But it was not to be. I met my Phillip.” She smiles. “Phillip was the love of my life. And yet I never forgot Albert. How young I was once! Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?” Stormy does not give her usual blithe reply. Her eyes go moist, and as softly as I’ve ever heard her speak she says, “It’s all a million lifetimes ago. And yet.” “And yet,” Alicia echoes.
I laugh. “I . . . can’t believe you did that.” I can’t believe that this almost happened to me. What would that have felt like, to have a boy do something like that for me? In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe. But this is new. Or old. Old and new, because it’s the first time I’m hearing it.
“Anyway, if you’re so smart, what would you wish for if you were me?”
Girls understand each other in a way boys never will.
ACCORDING TO STORMY, THERE ARE two kinds of girls in this world. The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken.
Even just this mundane thing feels like the best mundane thing that’s ever happened to me.
Ours was the kind of friendship that makes sense as a kid but not so much now that we’re older. I suppose you can’t hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
You can’t be close to someone, not truly, with secrets in between you.
Sighing, she says, “I think . . . I think I just still really love him.” “You do?” Love. Margot said “love.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say she loved Josh before. Maybe “in love,” but never “love.”
Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it’s just like magic—but then it all settles and goes back to where it’s supposed to be. Things have a way of settling back. I can’t go back.
The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.