Tom Petty was singing "Free Fallin'." I sang right along with him. I found my favorite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. 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. "That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!" Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. "Hey, look," I said, pointing out the window. "People like you shouldn't even be allowed to drive." It's gonna be my car soon, you know." "If you ever get your license," he scoffed. "And take your dirty feet off my dashboard." I wiggled my toes back and forth. "Let's pass that kid on the bike." Steven shrugged me off. "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. To now.Ĭhapter one 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.
"Are you still coming with me?" I can't believe he even has to ask. I say, "I can't believe you're really here." He sounds almost shy when he says, "Me neither." And then he hesitates. And thank you to Gram, who inspired me to write about the forever kind of friendship, the kind that spans over boyfriends and beaches and children and lifetimes Thanks to my writing group the Longstockings, and one Longstocking in particular, who has sat across from me every Monday and cheered me on-Siobhan, I'm looking at you. Many thanks to Jenna and Beverly and the Calhoun School for their continuous support of my writing life. Thank you to my editor extraordinaire Emily Meehan, who supports me like no other, as well as Courtney Bongiolatti.
The Summer I Turned Pretty Jenny Han To all the important sister women in my life and most especially Claire acknowledgments First and always, thank you to the Pippin women: Emily van Beek.
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