What, you've never had a book make you swoon before?
Hmm. Well. I have. And recently too.
I've been reading a lot lately. I notice that I go in spurts--one day I'm reading nonstop, the next, well, I really don't want to do anything. Including reading. But I'm always excited when I get to the burst o' books (my new term that I just now this very moment about half a second ago created to take place of 'book reading spurts') because I know that there's more of a chance to find one that I fall absolutely in love with. This time was not different.
The Summer I Turned Pretty (by Jenny Han) was the original swoon-maker (why does that make me think of a character name from somewhere...?).** It was deep and beautiful and soul searching and funny and it made me lust for the boys the whole time. Plus, if I recall, it made me want to steal someone's beach house. Who knew a book could bring out your inner theif? Anyways, it was everything I loved in a book.
I'm ecstatic to say that the second book in this series was the same.
It's Not Summer Without You not only made me swoon, it also made my heart flutter and my knuckles turn white. The heart flutter I'm sure you understand, but the knuckles is because it was so sad. But in a perfect way.
It picks up about a year later from Pretty. The book starts right off, already making you feel something quite dreadful, and so you're already emotionally locked into the world of Belly. She's still just the same--a little heartbroken, maybe, but still unsure of herself and somewhat shy and at times infuriating. She's still just a kid and she hates it.
I think that everyone can really relate to these books at some point or another. They deal with The Three Ls. If you are unfamiliar with The Three Ls then you seem to be living under a Juniper-Breeze rock. Which is weird because my blog does not have rocks. But The Three Ls mean a lot.
2) Loss and
Isn't that what you think makes a book? That you can relate to the things that are happening, that you're so invested into the story that you have to force yourself not to throw the book against the wall (wall dents) or sometimes even rip the upsetting pages (I hate sweeping/vaccuming). These books do that. At least to me, they do. They make you cry throughout the whole dang story. (Even though I cry all the time, it still matters.)
Without You really, really focuses on Belly, Conrad and Jeremiah's friendship. They're so together. If you don't already have that kind of connection with people, it makes you want one really really bad. Because it's not all about who likes who or why (although, we shouldn't totally exclude that), it's about every kind of love you can possibly give someone. It's about family and connections.
And I don't know about you, but that makes for good reading to me.
Oh, did I mention that I couldn't wait to start, so I ended up picking the book up at twelve in the morning last night, and stayed up until I finished? That means until five (the same morning), if you were wondering. I'm really tired.
**It was a character! I told you! Henry Schoonmaker from the Luxe books. I dunno why, but I'm proud of thinking of that. (He's one of my ex book boyfriends.)