“If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms”
― Jenny Han,
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is the story of Lara Jean, who has never openly admitted her crushes, but instead wrote each boy a letter about how she felt, sealed it, and hid it in a box under her bed. But one day Lara Jean discovers that somehow her secret box of letters has been mailed, causing all her crushes from her past to confront her about the letters: her first kiss, the boy from summer camp, even her sister’s ex-boyfriend, Josh. As she learns to deal with her past loves face to face, Lara Jean discovers that something good may come out of these letters after all.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a close-minded liar.
For so long I’ve said I hate contemporary and pretty much refuse to read contemporary unless I’m forced to (see any contemporaries we’ve read since starting ThriceRead), but then I pushed myself to read To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and I realized that I’m definitely close-minded. And the biggest liar to ever exist.
I loved this book. I gave it 5 stars and I had no issue doing so. I laughed, I cried, I even felt a bit embarrassed. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before was my coming to God moment as I realized that contemporary isn’t something to turn your nose up at. Actually, when well-crafted, I suspect it’s one of the harder genre’s to pull off as it has to be believable/relatable.
Especially if Jenny Han is writing it.
I want to say I had some issues with To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, but honestly, that would be a lie. Everything felt necessary. All of the relationships were relevant. I mean, even Chris and Lara Jean’s relationship was integral to who she was as a person.
Han’s writing is captivating and witty and so relatable it should be a crime. I felt like Lara Jean, Peter, Margot, Kitty and every other character were real people. Though they aren’t, I do wish Kitty was real because God damn she is such an amazingly well written character.
So here it is. I’m professing my love for contemporary novels. For the rest of eternity anyone who knows me or of me can come back to this post and say, “Here’s the day Jenny Han forced Eden to recognize her inner romantic and accept her love of contemporary fiction.”
(Get it? Because Lara Jean signs off like this!)