Jenny Han Books Novels & Stories

"Oh wow, you might know Jenny Kaur then? She's Kenji's girl." "Harrison." I snap and he looks at me blankly, like he doesn't know why I'm snapping at him. "Oh my god, seriously? Yes, I know Jenny, she's in loads of my classes." She looks at me in wonder and now I know exactly how Jenny felt when she was joking about murdering her sister, because I really am visualising myself choking Harrison until he stops talking. "I can't believe Jenny, she's so quiet and sensible. Or so I thought… eeeee… oh my god, I can't wait to see her on Monday now."

She hugged Amber and headed downstairs. “Never, ever let her quit,” I whispered to Amber. “I won’t,” she replied. Jenny was in the living room, reading a book in some language I didn’t recognize. “What are you doing, Babe?” I asked. “Reading,” she grinned, knowing I wouldn’t let it go. “Well, until someone interrupts me.” “In a foreign language?” I teased, though it was obvious. “For you, yes. For me, no,” she played along. “Is it a good book?” I joined in.

she said, smiling into her cup, “is the interesting part.” I waited, but she let the silence sit there between us, clearly pleased with herself. It would have irritated me if I had not known her well enough to hear the excitement underneath it. Jenny loved many things intensely and briefly, girls, guys, theories, comics, passing obsessions, places she had no business going after midnight, but stories were different. Stories she pursued with a strange kind of devotion. Not the neat, polished ones people handed you willingly. The buried ones. The ones that resisted.

Haley swallowed nervously and blurted out, "Isn’t this a bit like… forced love?" Shane was at a loss for words. He rubbed his throbbing temples, then reached out to ruffle Haley’s hair. "Sweetheart, maybe you should cut back on those domineering CEO novels that Jenny keeps recommending." Haley huffed, pushing his hand away and pouting, "I only read one, and you caught me that one time! It’s not like I’m always reading them." To be fair, it was all Jenny’s fault. Ever since Jenny got pregnant, she had become obsessed with those domineering romance novels. Not only did she read them constantly, but she also recommended them to Haley.

Sasha’s eyes blinked rapidly, “Well, yes,” I laughed, shaking my head. “I can imagine,” “No, don’t!” “I am now,” Sasha cracked, “Don’t imagine two at once, Cass. That’s just too intense.” “But you like it intense, remember?” I teased her, watching her cheeks grow pink. “Stop it already,” she widened her eyes playfully. “By the way, I like your necklace,” My hand immediately touched the necklace Jake had given me. “Oh, thanks. Jake surprised me with it. It has his initials and my name on it.”

Alex POV Jenny had always been a very special girl. I’d heard her name long before we ever met. She was the top student in every class, the professor’s favorite, a poor girl who got by on full scholarships alone. She was far too stunning for her own good—people always stared at her face first, deliberately overlooking the sharp, brilliant talent that ran deep in her bones. Logically, she was the kind of person I would never have crossed paths with in my lifetime. My world was perfectly planned, polished, and proper; she was stubborn, out of place, and had nothing to her name.

“It’s more complicated than my stories.” The older woman stared at her for so long that she squirmed. “More complicated than your books? That’s something, since all your stories are twisty,” Leah said. A smile landed on Hana’s lips. Asides from her kid sister, Leah was the only one she allowed to read the words she bled into paper. She wasn’t ready to share her books with the world. Well, she was, but she couldn’t afford an editor or cover designer. “Give me a call when you get home, alright?” “I will, I promise.” They hugged over the counter, and Hana slowly let go of the woman. On some days, she felt closer to Leah than she did with her mother. “Bye-bye, Leah. Send my greetings to Gerard.”