Confession: I'm a total book junkie. And I'm not even going to lie and be like "oh I love Jane Austen and I just eat up Pride and Prejudice, mr Darcy oh how you get me!" (I mean don't get me wrong, I love mr Darcy in the film with Kiera Knightly but I cannot get myself to read the actual thing I suck I know) but I love and crave and desire every stinking current romance novel- especially ones that involve a summer romance ugh. There's something about a summer romance that is more enchanting, it sizzles and is dreamier and steamier to the reader. I love getting swept off into a world where the protagonist has to chose between two boys- usually one who is a jock and a sweet talker and the other is mysterious and writes poetry and has deep eyes and a deep soul. Like my heart aches just dreaming about being that main character who has two hot guys fighting for her attention, and when I'm reading I kind of feel like I am. I can't describe it. One time, when I was already deep into my infatuation with cheesy teen romance novels, in a book about a mom who is a wedding planner and eventually falls in love with her daughters English teacher, the English teacher mentions to the daughter that he always writes notes in the margins. Now, I am not that insightful to write my thoughts in the margins, but I sure as heck ;-) do underline like no other, dog eat my favorite chapters, and even tear off edges so I remember to go back and re read. To me, a sign of a good book has been one that has been loved on. The spine is crackled from being stretched open so much, the pages are soft from fingers flipping through the pages at lightning speed and there may be more ink from the reader in there than the actual original copy contained. My absolute favorite all time is "The Summer I Turned Pretty" by Jenny Han. Oh wow, this one will tug at your heart strings and my copy has had some serious love. I have bent the pages over and over, I have dropped it in the pool a few times, and I have underlined all of my favorite parts. I love love love books. And summer romances. Why does everything with the summer seem more magical?¿?
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