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Informationen zum Autor Jenny Han is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series, now Netflix movies. She is also the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling The Summer I Turned Pretty series, now streaming on Amazon Prime, as well as Shug, and Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream. She is the coauthor of the Burn for Burn trilogy, with Siobhan Vivian. Her books have been published in more than thirty languages. A former librarian, Jenny earned her MFA in creative writing at the New School. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Klappentext The internationally bestselling Summer series ends. It's been two years since Conrad told Belly to go with Jeremiah. But now, after Jeremiah makes the worst mistake a boy can make, Belly wonders if she really has a future with Jeremiah. It's time for Belly to decide, once and for all, who has her heart forever. We’ll Always Have Summer chapter one When it’s finals week and you’ve been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the night. The biggest Slurpee you can find, half cherry, half Coke. Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times, they are tissue-paper thin. And finally, dance breaks. Lots of dance breaks. When your eyes start to close and all you want is your bed, dance breaks will get you through. It was four in the morning, and I was studying for the last final of my freshman year at Finch University. I was camped out in my dorm library with my new best friend, Anika Johnson, and my old best friend, Taylor Jewel. Summer vacation was so close, I could almost taste it. Just five more days. I’d been counting down since April. “Quiz me,” Taylor commanded, her voice scratchy. I opened my notebook to a random page. “Define anima versus animus.” Taylor chewed on her lower lip. “Give me a hint.” “Umm . . . think Latin,” I said. “I didn’t take Latin! Is there going to be Latin on this exam?” “No, I was just trying to give you a hint. Because in Latin boys’ names end in -us and girls’ names end in -a, and anima is feminine archetype and animus is masculine archetype. Get it?” She let out a big sigh. “No. I’m probably going to fail.” Looking up from her notebook, Anika said, “Maybe if you stopped texting and started studying, you wouldn’t.” Taylor glared at her. “I’m helping my big sister plan our end-of-year breakfast, so I have to be on call tonight.” “On call?” Anika looked amused. “Like a doctor?” “Yes, just like a doctor,” Taylor snapped. “So, will it be pancakes or waffles?” “French toast, thank you very much.” The three of us were all taking the same freshman psych class, and Taylor’s and my exam was tomorrow, Anika’s was the day after. Anika was my closest friend at school besides Taylor. Seeing as how Taylor was competitive by nature, it was a friendship that she was more than a little jealous of, not that she’d ever in a million years admit it. My friendship with Anika was different from my friendship with Taylor. Anika was laid-back and easy to be with. She wasn’t quick to judge. More than all that, though, she gave me the space to be different. She hadn’t known me my whole life, so she had no expectations or preconceptions. There was freedom in that. And she wasn’t like any of my friends back home. She was from New York, and her father was a jazz musician and her mother was a writer. A couple of hours later, the sun was rising and casting the room in a bluish light, and Taylor’s head was down, while Anika was staring off into space like a zombie. I rolled up two paper balls in my lap and threw t...
