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It got to be such a routine that when I used to announce from the doorway, tearfully, that I was leaving home forever and ever, my mother would just nod, barely looking at me, telling me only to make sure to be back in time for dinner. My father was behind the wheel of his low-slung silver car, smiling at me.

Hi, kid, he said through the open passenger-side window. Want a ride? Knowing that there was no point in even pretending any longer, I pulled open the passenger side door and got in. My dad looked across at me and raised his eyebrows.

I just, you know, felt like a walk. My dad nodded. Of course, he said, his voice overly serious, as though he completely believed me.

Where are we going? I thought we could use some breakfast, he said, glancing over at me as he pulled to a stop at a red. For some reason, all the bagels in the house seem to be sesame. I smiled at that, and when we arrived, followed my dad into Stanwich Deli. Since the deli was packed, I hung back and let him order. As my eyes roamed over the shop, I noticed Amy Curry standing toward the front of the line, holding hands with a tall, cute guy wearing a Colorado College T-shirt.

When my dad made it to the front of the line, I watched him rattling off our order, saying something that made the counter guy laugh. He was a little thinner, his skin tone just slightly yellow. But I was trying not to see this as I watched him drop some change into the tip jar. I was trying not to see how tired he looked, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

But most of all, I was trying not to think about the fact that we had been told, by experts who knew these things, that he had approximately three months left to live. Right, Taylor? From where I was stretched out in the backseat, I pulled down my sunglasses and turned the volume up on my iPod rather than responding. Lake Phoenix was only a three-hour drive from our house in Stanwich, Connecticut, but it felt like it had been the longest car ride of my life.

Warren had won the final round, and the droning, English accent was telling me more than I ever wanted to know about quantum mechanics. My parents had bought the house before I was born, and for years, we spent every summer there, leaving in early June and coming back in late August, my father staying in Connecticut alone during the workweek and coming up on the weekends.

Summers used to be the highlight of my year, and all throughout school I would count down until June and everything that a Lake Phoenix summer promised.

That was the summer Warren decided that he needed to really start focusing on his transcript and did a pre-college intensive program at Yale. And every year since then, it seemed like there was always something happening to prevent us from spending the summer there. Gelsey started going to sleepaway ballet camps, and Warren and I both started doing the academic-service-summer-program thing he built a playground in Greece, I spent a summer trying—and failing—to learn Mandarin at a language immersion in Vermont.

My mother started renting our house out when it became clear that we were all getting too busy to take the whole summer off and spend it together in Pennsylvania. I was really, really looking forward to the school year ending. My ex-boyfriend, Evan, had broken up with me a month before school ended, and my friends, not wanting to split up the group, had all taken his side. My sudden lack of friends and any semblance of a social life would have made the prospect of heading out of town for the summer really appealing under normal circumstances.

But I did not want to go back to Lake Phoenix. The five of us spending the summer together was something nobody would have even considered until three weeks ago. And yet, that was exactly what was happening. Warren announced cheerfully as I felt the car slow down. I opened my eyes, sat up, and looked around. The first thing I saw was green. The trees on both sides of the road were bright green, along with the grass beneath them. And they were densely packed, giving only glimpses of the driveways and houses that lay behind them.

I glanced up at the temperature display, and saw it was ten degrees cooler here than it had been in Connecticut. Like it or not, I was back in the mountains. Finally, Gelsey muttered from the front seat. Warren slowed even more, signaled, and then turned down our gravel driveway. In June, I could barely make it barefoot from the car to the porch, wincing every step as the rocks dug into my tender, pale feet, sheltered by a year of shoe-wearing.

But by August, my feet would be toughened and a deep brown, the white of my flip-flop tan lines standing out in sharp relief, and I would be able to run across the driveway barefoot without a second thought. I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned forward between the front seats to get a better look. And there, right in front of me, was our summer house. The first thing I noticed was that it looked exactly the same—same dark wood, peaked roof, floor-to-ceiling windows, wraparound porch.

The second thing I noticed was the dog.

It was sitting on the porch, right by the door. Warren asked. Gelsey pointed, and he squinted through the windshield. Oh, he said a moment later, and I noticed that he was making no move to get out of the car. My brother denied it, but he was afraid of dogs, and had been ever since an idiotic babysitter let him watch Cujo when he was seven. I opened my door and stepped out onto the gravel driveway to get a closer look. It was smallish, but not the tiny kind that you could put in your purse or might accidentally step on.

It was golden brown with hair that seemed to be standing out from its body, giving it an air of surprise. It looked like a mutt, with biggish, stand-up German Shepherd-y ears, a short nose, and a longish, collie-like tail. Gelsey got out of the car as well, but Warren stayed put in the front seat and cracked the window as I approached him. I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. Warren flushed red before quickly rolling up his window, as though this small dog was somehow going to launch itself into the front seat of the Land Cruiser.

I crossed the driveway and walked up the three porch steps to the house. I expected the dog to move as soon as I got close, but instead it just wagged its tail harder, making a whapping sound on the wooden deck. Go on, I said as I crossed to the door. But instead of leaving, it trotted over to join me, as though it had every intention of following us inside.

I took a step toward it, and the dog finally seemed to get the message, skittering away and then walking down the porch steps and across the driveway with what seemed like, for a dog, a great deal of reluctance. Once the danger of the rogue canine had passed, Warren opened his door and carefully got out, looking around at the driveway, which was empty of other cars.

Mom and Dad really should have been here by now. I pulled my cell out of my shorts pocket and saw that he was right. Gelsey, can you call— I turned to my sister, only to see that she was bent over almost in half, nose to knee. You okay? I asked, trying to look at her upside down. Fine, she said, her voice muffled.

Just stretching. She straightened up slowly, her face bright red. As I watched, her complexion changed back to its normal shade—pale, with freckles that would only increase exponentially as the summer went on. She swept her arms up to meet in a perfect circle above her head, then dropped them and rolled her shoulders back. As I looked around, I let out a breath. I had been worried, after summers of renters, that the house would have changed drastically. That the furniture would be moved around, that things would be added, or there would just be the sense—hard to define but palpable—that someone had been in your space.

The ceiling was high, stretching up to the top of the peaked roof, letting in swaths of sun onto the threadbare throw rugs that covered the wood floors. There was the scratched wooden dining table we never ate on, which always just became the place to dump towels and mail. The kitchen—tiny compared to our large state-of-the-art one in Connecticut—was to my right.

The door off the back of it led to our screened-in porch. It looked out on the lake and was where we ate all our meals, except in rare cases of torrential rain. And off the porch was the walkway down to our dock and Lake Phoenix itself, and through the kitchen windows, I could see the glint of late-afternoon sunlight hitting the water. Past the kitchen was a sitting area with two couches that faced the stone fireplace, the place where my parents had always ended up after dinner, reading and doing work.

Beyond that was the family room, with a worn corduroy sofa, where Warren and Gelsey and I usually found ourselves at night. One section of the built-in bookcases was filled with board games and jigsaw puzzles, and we usually had a game or puzzle going throughout the summer, though Risk had been put on the highest shelf, out of easy reach, after the summer when we all had become obsessed, forming secret alliances and basically ceasing to go outside as we circled the board.

I headed down the hall to my bedroom, peering in at the bathroom as I went. It was smaller than I remembered it being. Much too small, in fact, for the three of us to share without killing one another. My bed was still the same, with its old brass frame and red-and-white patterned quilt, the trundle bed tucked beneath it. The wooden dresser and wood-framed mirror were the same, along with the old chest at the foot of the bed that had always held extra blankets for the cold nights you got in the mountains, even in the summer.

But there was nothing in the room that was me any longer. Which was probably a good thing, I tried to tell myself, as they all surely would have gone bad by now.

But still. I dropped my purse and sat down on my bed, looking from the empty closet to the bare dresser, searching for some evidence of the fact that I had lived here for twelve summers, but not seeing any. I walked down the hallway and saw my sister chucking stuffed animals out of her room and into the hall. I dodged an airborne elephant and stood next to Warren, who was eyeing with alarm the small pile of them that was accumulating in front of his door.

I asked. Sure enough, her room had been redecorated. I saved your reputation, little monkey! Are you satisfied now??? In case you were wondering, yes, I love him and I think he's the best brother in the world. He doesn't have to know that!!! View all 16 comments.

Watch my interview with Morgan Matson here: I have a headache, a runny nose, I can't read the computer screen because my eyes are swollen, and my shirt is sopping wet from tears, so that can pretty much tell you everything right there. View all 12 comments. I don't usually cry when I read books but man this one got to me. Another great read by Morgan Matson! View all 7 comments. Apr 20, Jesse JesseTheReader rated it it was amazing.

This is the second book I've read this month that has just completely shattered me. View all 11 comments. Jul 25, Maureen rated it it was amazing Shelves: Reread for monthofmatson I feel like I love this book more every time I read it. Granted, I bawl through the last bit, but I so relate to Taylor on so many levels. Reread May for monthofmatson Well my nose is currently stuffed up from crying so hard if that gives you any idea of how I feel right now.

WELL this book always manages to make me ugly cry in a way few books can.

I love all the characters in this book, and I feel like everyone can relate with Taylor in some way or another. I definitely have run away from many of my problems when I shouldn't have! Morgan Matson is the contemporary queen in my eyes, and this book is just another addition to a fantastic repertoire.

Love me a good summer lake house contemporary always! Time to go drink a lot of water since I probably dehydrated myself crying. View all 4 comments. I love Morgan Matson books! There were a lot of slow parts, but maybe with what was happening in the story, we needed to slow down. Taylor, her mom and dad and brother and sister decide to go to their lake house for one last summer. Sob, I can't even think about the reason why.

Anyway, they hadn't been back there for 5 years. Taylor's friends she left behind were mad at her. Things were different I love Morgan Matson books! Things were different now, for everyone. The book was sweet and sad and makes you realize you need to cherish the time you have with loved ones and friends. View all 25 comments.

Jun 08, Samantha rated it really liked it. Full review and possibly a gush to come on my channel.

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View 1 comment. Tissue count: It dragged a bit, which I felt was unusual because I flew through Matson's 2 other books. Although I did enjoy this one and it was definitely summery and made me wish I had a lake house, I'm really tired of Matson only writing about shy girls who never speak their mind or have confidence.

It was really irritating in this book, moreso than her other two, and I found myself unable to relate to-- or enjoying reading about-- the characters. The entir Tissue count: The entire premise of this was just meh. And although it was a nice read and made me sad at the end inevitably , it's not the best thing in the world. And I'm still unsure if this book was overhyped for me, or if that's just how I feel truly. View all 5 comments. Nov 28, sreeja hiatus rated it really liked it Shelves: This book managed to make me cry more than the opening scene of Guardians of the Galaxy yes, I cry everytime??

IDEK why which is like a lot. This was such a summery and beautiful read that it made me all kinds of warm and happy on the inside anyway. Minus the ending of course. That was just pure torture and completely devastating.

And honestly, it was so beautiful to watch this slightly distant and very different family learn to love and accept each other through their last summer together as a family. This book was great to watch play out as Taylor managed to bridge the many distances that she had with the people that she loved. Seeing her make amends with her once-childhood best friend, Lucy was a highlight in the book. Although I did have an issue with the fact that Lucy was being cold about something that Taylor did like what 7 years ago?

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It was realistically quite immature, NO wait their argument was more immature dear god. Once I managed to find out the real cause of their fallout I was just there like, girldrama Henry was honestly just a pure ray of sunshine in the book! His passion and patience along with the fact that he can bake omg boyfriend material made him one of my favourites to follow.

Also he is incredibly sweet and thoughtful. I cannot express in words how beautiful their relationship was. Taylor began to truly get to the know the person that is her father and hold on to as many memories as possible and whenever they were in scenes together believe me your eyes will just tear up naturally. Then waking up and hearing that he passed away in his sleep peacefully: View all 14 comments. This novel hit a little too close to home.

I feel like not everyone will understand Taylor but I just I just felt like I was reading about myself. But she's not a particularly strong character here? For me she was a strong one. Honestly, I love reading about strong female characters who don't give a shit about what other people think and who represent empowerment. Now, what I want to ask you is: It This novel hit a little too close to home.

It's a bit different when you're reading a book and looking at the character's behavior objectively than when you're living your own life and making mistakes along the way.

If you're really that self-positive, I applaud you. I really do. I found myself relating to Taylor a lot, apart from the fact that I'm the only child and that I don't really have childhood crushes. But, how everyone pretends that everything's okay? Now, that's something I can relate to. My family pretended just like hers. I feel like I'm still pretending. So, what I wanted to say is that we're all allowed to feel like crap sometimes. And we're allowed to be strong.

Or not so strong. And, most of all, we're allowed to be humans and not reach any kind of perfection.

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Flaws are beautiful too. Read this book. I tried to hedge my expectations going in, because the hype honestly sounded too good to be true, but I have to admit that I was pretty surprised by what I found. A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted—mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more. First, the narrative voice in this book? But one thing that I was learning about what happened when you stuck around—it usually seemed that other people were willing to stick by you as well.

On top of that, the plot revolving around her father and his health — wow, it hurt my heart so much. There are scenes between Taylor and her dad that are physically painful to read because the fear of loss is breathtakingly authentic and leaps right off the pages. As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. There are so many wonderful moments as Taylor finds her way back to her former best friend, Lucy, and her childhood boyfriend, Henry.

The over-arching theme of the entire story is a reminder that people can change, and sometimes, we all need second chances. Buddy read with the lovely Reg , who makes all my buddy reads better! Spoiler Alert: This book should come with a free box or boxes of tissues. Second Chance Summer just like the rest of Ms. Yes the premise is very sad- about a family spending their last summer togeth Spoiler Alert: Yes the premise is very sad- about a family spending their last summer together considering the father has only a few months left to live, but the story was approached in a light-hearted manner stretching and fixating the plot on Taylor, the middle child and her shot at second chances.

I enjoyed how she was able to spend a productive summer while gaining confidence and winning back her friends which had all been possible because of the time she spent with her father, getting to know him better and learning so much from him during his last few weeks alive. Not sure how, but this was even better the second time around.

It's now my fave Morgan book. Tears but such a good story. All YA contemporary needs to take a page from Morgan's book. She's gold. Loving monthofmatson, even though I'm carrying it into June ;P. Oct 11, Jenny rated it it was amazing. Jun 13, Jennifer Ellision rated it it was amazing Shelves: Posted to Almost Grown-up: That is… Not Safe For Work.

Nope, no gratuitous sex in THIS incredible book. But we will get to that. I promise. Earlier chapters of Second Chance Summer may not be sob-inducing, but they pulled at my heart an equal amount. And there are a variety of reasons for that. A dark cloud on a sunny day, so to speak.

But those happy moments are there. Matson develops a cast of characters around Taylor who are quirky and wonderful. I wanted to squish them in a hug.

Even when they were fighting, for that matter, I still respected them. Her first love. The boy who brings swoon to the page in Second Chance Summer. The way he and Taylor come back together is so realistic and just… do they actually make boys like this in real life?

Because I would like one. I started off the cry-fest by wiping the few tears that trickled out of my eyes. Overall rating: This is a fabulous book and left me with… just… so many feelings. Aug 12, emma rated it liked it Shelves: Okay, so, this book is bonkers long. I'm talking nearly-five-hundred-pages-and-isn't-that-just-goddamn-ridiculous long. I am of the belief that there is nary a contemporary on this planet that needs to be over pages, and it seems like Morgan Matson, despite being the love of my life and joy of my soul, may be ignoring the letters and emails and faxes and Instagram direct messages I've been sending her on this topic.

But I digress. I'll just say this book is way, way, way too long and move on.

I Okay, so, this book is bonkers long. I read this book while I was driving through a lil lake town. Okay, no, correction. I read this book while I was in the backseat of a car that was driving through a lil lake town. But a person was driving it, yes. Despite my disinclination toward driving yes I am 19 and I do not know how to drive don't comment on it I'm very defensive about it I am also equally disinclined to be a test dummy in the self-driving car experiments that appear to be going very poorly at the moment.

Anyway, the point. If we can still uncover it underneath all my self-obsession and rambling. Like archaeologists, except the dirt is my oppressive personality and the dinosaur bones or Egyptian necklaces or old pieces of rock are the actual reason you're reading this in the first place! The point is that I was driving through looking at a lake town, and I was so thoroughly charmed by the lifestyle I was romanticizing in real time totally ignoring the harsh realities - aren't there, like, flesh-eating bacteria in lakes?

And I read it in two days, despite it being longer than most religious texts and me being busily on vacay. So that's good. Otherwise, this book is not bad. Neither is it life-changingly good. It's a little more profound than most contemporaries, but not any more enjoyable.

And the characters are fairly flat and boring. I am suddenly so scared that my Morgan Matson reread is going to end up being a score of two- and three-star ratings. Since You've Been Gone, please come through for me.

So much for a mini-review. Bottom line: Aug 01, Pinky rated it it was amazing Shelves: When I picked this book up, I was expecting it to be a fun, happy read. But it wasn't and I wasn't expecting it to be so sad and depressing. I still loved the book and enjoyed the whole reading experience but I was not expecting what I read. Taylor Edwards is forced to cancel all her plans for the summer after her family discover horrible news about Taylor's dad.

Instead of a summer packed with clubs and other things, Taylor's parents decided that they should visit their old lake house in Pocon When I picked this book up, I was expecting it to be a fun, happy read.

Instead of a summer packed with clubs and other things, Taylor's parents decided that they should visit their old lake house in Pocono Mountains. Taylor's childhood was all in this lake house, along with her best friend and first boyfriend, who still live in the area.

She has to deal with seeing them after 5 years of no contact with them. The whole journey of what happened in Taylor's past and how Taylor will get past her father's devastating news is basically the story of this book. This wasn't a fluffy contemporary read like I was expecting, it was more of a depressing sad book with a nice story. I loved the writing style and I loved how we got to see what happened before and how every chapter would change from past to present.

The characters were so realistic and I loved all of them. Taylor was one of the people that I wished talked things out with people instead of running away from her problems. But I run away from my problems too so I am being a hypocrite right now: Taylor finds herself in this book and learns more about how everyone is so important to her. Henry always had your back no matter what and that is one of the things I envy about him. Lucy was one of the characters I liked in present but hated the way she acted in the past.

Gelsey and Warren were the best siblings ever and I liked how different they were. Mr and Mrs Edwards were also amazing characters that I enjoyed reading about. When I finished reading this book, tears were flowing down my face and I was holding the book away from me so my tears wouldn't go on the book. I looked like such a fool but I loved the book so much. Morgan Matson is my favorite author for contemporary books. It was cool how Taylor got her second chance 5 years after what happened.Because I'm crying my eyes out right now and my colleagues are in a panic because I suddenly started crying lol.

It was smallish, but not the tiny kind that you could put in your purse or might accidentally step on. Very… relaxed. Beyond that was the family room, with a worn corduroy sofa, where Warren and Gelsey and I usually found ourselves at night. Of course, Taylor, our main character, is a little apprehensive to return since she didn't exactly leave on good terms.

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