The Summer I Turned Pretty Free PDF, Epub, Mobi By Jenny Han Book
M A Hannan
15 Aug, 2024
The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Information
| Book Name | The Summer I Turned Pretty |
| Genre | Romance |
| Author | Jenny Han |
| First published | 2009 |
| Number of Pages | 276 |
| Book Size | 01 MB |
| Book PDF Quality | Best Scan Quality |
| Book Type | PDF, Epub, Mobi |
| Language | English |
Some Parts of The Summer I Turned Pretty Book are Highlighted -
chapter one
We’d been driving for about seven thousand years. Or at
least that’s how it felt. My brother, Steven, drove slower than
our Granna. I sat next to him in the passenger seat with my
feet up on the dashboard. Meanwhile, my mother was passed
out in the backseat. Even when she slept, she looked alert, like
at any second she could wake up and direct traffic.
“Go faster,” I urged Steven, poking him in the shoulder.
“Let’s pass that kid on the bike.”
Steven shrugged me off. “Never touch the driver,” he said.
“And take your dirty feet off my dashboard.”
I wiggled my toes back and forth. They looked pretty clean
to me. “It’s not your dashboard. It’s gonna be my car soon, you
know.”
“If you ever get your license,” he scoffed. “People like you
shouldn’t even be allowed to drive.”
“Hey, look,” I said, pointing out the window. “That guy in a
wheelchair just lapped us!”
Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio.
One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the
radio stations. 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.
I found my favorite station, the one that played everything
from pop to oldies to hip-hop. Tom Petty was singing “Free
Fallin’.” I sang right along with him. “She’s a good girl, crazy
‘bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too.”
Steven reached over to switch stations, and I slapped his
hand away. “Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car
into the ocean.” He pretended to swerve right.
I sang even louder, which woke up my mother, and she
started to sing too. We both had terrible voices, and Steven
shook his head in his disgusted Steven way. He hated being
outnumbered. It was what bothered him most about our
parents being divorced, being the lone guy, without our dad to
take his side.
We drove through town slowly, and even though I’d just
teased Steven about it, I didn’t really mind. I loved this drive,
this moment. Seeing the town again, Jimmy’s Crab Shack, the
Putt Putt, all the surf shops. It was like coming home after
you’d been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises
of summer and of what just might be.
As we got closer and closer to the house, I could feel that
familiar flutter in my chest. We were almost there.
