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"His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever."

—Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

"You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see."

—Ellen Hopkins, Crank

"If he was here, I don’t even know what might have happened between us. We were only together for a summer, you know? Maybe he would have turned out to be a major jerk. I’ll never know. But when it gets like this, and I’m miserable, all I can think is that he might have made everything okay. That he was the only one who understood. Ever."

—Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

"Sunlight was streaming in through the windows and it was much too pretty outside to be moody. No matter how much she wanted to be."

—Hailey Abbott, Next Summer

"I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can’t really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have."

—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

"It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine."

—Sarah Dessen, That Summer

"All relationships should be this easy, you know? Find a cute guy in June, have fun till August, leave scot-free in September."

—Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

"It finally felt like summer. Heavy heat, totally humid, and everything just smelled kind of smoky and thick, as if close to boiling."

—Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby