Isla and the Happily Ever After
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“Stephanie Perkins’ characters fall in love the way we all want to, in real time and for good.”—Rainbow Rowell
“This adorable YA romance is half New York love story, half Parisian romance, and fully prepared to make your heart melt quicker than a gelato dropped on a sidewalk.”—MTV.com
From the glittering streets of Manhattan to the moonlit rooftops of Paris, falling in love is easy for hopeless dreamer Isla and introspective artist Josh. But as they begin their senior year in France, Isla and Josh are quickly forced to confront the heartbreaking reality that happily-ever-afters aren't always forever. Their romantic journey is skillfully intertwined with those of beloved couples Anna and Étienne and Lola and Cricket, whose paths are destined to collide in a sweeping finale certain to please fans old and new.
head. I pull back, breathless. “Do you have?” “Backpack.” I bend over backwards, stretching for his bag on the floor. I reach it and yank it closer. I find them in the front pouch. I grab one, and he helps me sit back up. He stares openly at my matching pale pink underwear. Josh has seen all of me, but never all at once. I unhook my bra. He takes it off. He kisses my breasts, my stomach, the line above my underwear. And then the line below it as my last remaining clothing slides from my hips.
but selfishly, I hope it might relax his parents enough so that they’ll give him back his phone. “You,” Kurt says. “Physics. Study.” “Don’t be such an assjacket.” “Asswaffle,” he replies. “Asspickle.” “Asshopper.” He looks pleased with that last one. My mouth twitches, but I’m still annoyed. To cap off this perfect week, I feel my period coming on. I close my laptop. “Fine. You win. But I’m going to the bathroom first.” “Assroom,” I hear him say as I go down the hall. When I return, our
Does he still? He hasn’t given me any reason to doubt him, but the more time we spend apart, the more clearly I see that our relationship was founded on unstable ground. His loneliness. How long will it take before he realizes that having me as a girlfriend was easier than being alone? I was convenient. I was a distraction. Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents. Maybe our relationship didn’t happen quickly because we’re
with renewed cheer, until I realize that neither envelope is from Josh. One is from la Sorbonne, and the other is from Columbia. One is an acceptance letter, and the other is a rejection. Chapter twenty-five “I can’t decide which is better, your hair or your dress.” Maman sighs. “They are perfect together.” My wavy locks have been swept to one side and fixed, cascading over my shoulder, and my dress – which we spent all of yesterday frantically shopping for – is a dark shade of
throws me a mischievous smile, and I recognize a plan behind it. He continues threading us through a neighbouring gallery – past stained-glass windows and a Pietà, glazed jugs and earthenware – until we come to an abrupt halt before a closed door. A closed door and a museum guard. But the middle-aged guard in the navy suit loses all rigidity the moment he recognizes Josh. He breaks into an unexpected grin. Josh jerks up his chin in the universal guy-nod. The guard returns the nod, whisks open