I was as familiar with them as I was with the ones back home, and listening to Q94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at the beach. One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the radio stations.
Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. “That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!” “Hey, look,” I said, pointing out the window. “People like you shouldn’t even be allowed to drive.” “If you ever get your license,” he scoffed. “And take your dirty feet off my dashboard.” “Go faster,” I urged Steven, poking him in the shoulder. Even when she slept, she looked alert, like at any second she could wake up and direct traffic. Meanwhile, my mother was passed out in the backseat. I sat next to him in the passenger seat with my feet up on the dashboard. My brother, Steven, drove slower than our Granna. We’d been driving for about seven thousand years. Everything that happened this past summer, and every summer before it, has all led up to this. It feels like nothing else exists outside of that word, this moment. He sounds almost shy when he says, "Me neither." And then he hesitates. I say, “I can't believe you're really here.” To all the important sister women in my life and most especially Claire Here’s hoping you have your own perfect summer.
That moment in time when everything is right on the verge of happening: late nights and first love and longing, and the heartbreak that inevitably follows.
That was my inspiration for The Summer I Turned Pretty. I truly believe that in every girl’s life, there is that one golden summer, when boys are finally looking at you and you’re looking back. A former children’s bookseller and school librarian, she earned her master’s degree in creative writing for children at the New School. Jenny Han is the New York Times bestselling author of The Summer I Turned Pretty series.
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