Release Date: August 2014
Rating: ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ .5
Plot: Lara Jean keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. One for every boy she’s ever loved. When she writes, she can pour out her heart and soul and say all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control...
I have one word for this book; cute. Like, unbelievably cute.
I imagined Lara Jean living in a world of pastel and flowers and white marble. A squeaky clean, slightly blurred world with no sharp edges. The girl on the cover (who I’m guessing is Lara Jean) has got on a pale blue cardigan, wearing a headband and is lying on her bed writing letters to all the boys she’s loved in her life (5).
It was great to see a female protagonist who is unapologetically girly. I loved that she liked pink things and pretty things and she came across as so dainty and sweet. She learnt to bake, and folded clothes neatly, and liked collecting antiques. Lara Jean came across as a mix between an old woman and a young girl, if possible.
I can see why people my dislike this story, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before is like a song that’s slowly building, and then it ends without a drop. It’s a slow burner, with people and plot moving slowly. It’s a very easy read, a cute read, like I said. But if you’re looking for a contemporary with passion and ferocity and a love so amazing you just want to shout it to the heavens, then it’s not here.
But it’s good, it’s addictive, and I’m buying the sequel right now.