After reading To All the Boys I've Loved Before, I was prepared to absolutely love this book. I wanted it to give me butterflies and fuzzies and I was just ready to be overtaken with cuteness overload. And, yes, at the beginning of the book, I thought, I am going to love this. 
 Did I? 
 No. But...it's Jenny Han. How could I resist giving it three stars when there were so many likable things? Jeremiah's humor. Susannah's love. Her mother's calmness. Steven's overprotective asshole-ness, which was annoying, but still lovable, like all book-brothers are. 
 So how could I give it one-star? I still liked it. I just didn't love it as much as I loved To All the Boys I've Loved Before, which had me giggling in the middle of the night, even the second--no, even the third, time reading it. 
 Sorry, Ms. Han, but...Lara Jean and Peter will never be rivaled.