It’s Not Summer Without You Free PDF, Epub, Mobi By Jenny Han Book

chapter one

JULY 2

It was a hot summer day in Cousins. I was lying by the pool with a

magazine on my face. My mother was playing solitaire on the front porch,

Susannah was inside puttering around the kitchen. She’d probably come out

soon with a glass of sun tea and a book I should read. Something romantic.

Conrad and Jeremiah and Steven had been surfing al morning. There’d been

a storm the night before. Conrad and Jeremiah came back to the house first.

I heard them before I saw them. They walked up the steps, cracking up over

how Steven had lost his shorts after a particularly ferocious wave. Conrad

strode over to me, lifted the sweaty magazine from my face, and grinned.

He said, “You have words on your cheeks.”

I squinted up at him. “What do they say?”

He squatted next to me and said, “I can’t tel . Let me see.” And then he

peered at my face in his serious Conrad way. He leaned in, and he kissed

me, and his lips were cold and salty from the ocean.

Then Jeremiah said, “You guys need to get a room,” but I knew he was

joking.

He winked at me as he came from behind, lifted Conrad up, and launched

him into the pool.

Jeremiah jumped in too, and he yel ed, “Come on, Bel y!”

So of course I jumped too. The water felt fine. Better than fine. Just like

always, Cousins was the only place I wanted to be.

“Hel o? Did you hear anything I just said?”

I opened my eyes. Taylor was snapping her fingers in my face. “Sorry,” I

said.

“What were you saying?”

I wasn’t in Cousins. Conrad and I weren’t together, and Susannah was dead.

Nothing would ever be the same again. It had been— How many days had it

been?

How many days exactly? —two months since Susannah had died and I stil

couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t let myself believe it. When a person you love

dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s

someone else’s life.

I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is

real y and truly gone?

Sometimes I closed my eyes and in my head, I said over and over again, It

isn’t true, it isn’t true, this isn’t real. This wasn’t my life. But it was my life;

it was my life now. After.

I was in Marcy Yoo’s backyard. The boys were messing around in the pool

and us girls were lying on beach towels, al lined up in a row. I was friends

with Marcy, but the rest, Katie and Evelyn and those girls, they were more

Taylor’s friends.

It was eighty-seven degrees already, and it was just after noon. It was going

to be a hot one. I was on my stomach, and I could feel sweat pooling in the

smal of my back. I was starting to feel sun-sick. It was only the second day

of July, and already, I was counting the days until summer was over.

“I said, what are you going to wear to Justin’s party?” Taylor repeated.

She’d lined our towels up close, so it was like we were on one big towel.

“I don’t know,” I said, turning my head so we were face-to-face.

She had tiny sweat beads on her nose. Taylor always sweated first on her

nose.

She said, “I’m going to wear that new sundress I bought with my mom at

the outlet mal .”