This summer I feel in love for the first time, three times. Each time with a different Fuentes brother.

This summer I learned to love the chimpanzee my parents brought home as part of a research experiment.

This summer I came to understand the inner workings of a young Helen Keller.

This summer I fought for my survival in The Hunger Games before leading a revolution.

This summer I fought alongside pirates in the Caribbean.

This summer my cellphone broke, giving me the opportunity to talk to a younger version of myself.

This summer I, a human girl, became Alpha of a werewolf pack of misfits.

This summer I moved into a house of seven brothers and tried to hold on to my sanity.

This summer I fell in love with YA books all over again.

Have I mentioned I love summer?