To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

And all the feelings I can’t seem to hold back.


Dear Readers,

How’s it going? Did you wake up today thinking of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, too? Same. I don’t know where I’m going with this article, I don’t have an outline like I normally do, no notes, nothing — just an almost annoyingly overpowering desire to write something. I mean is that not who I am? Your friendly neighborhood geek, the Goose often needing to just ramble about why she loves the thing she loves so much? And yes, most of us here have reached day six of crushing on Peter Kavinsky, and swooning about it all over social media, but there’s so much more. At its core, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is a story about gut wrenching vulnerability and absolute sincerity. It’s the kind of story I wish I was exposed to as a teenager in high school because in truth, it’s the first in a number of ways. Now here’s the thing, by no means am I trying to put down any of the rom-coms that came before this treasure — I live and breathe a John Hughes appreciation life, 13 Going on 30 is still the gift that keeps on giving and I will never stop loving A Cinderella Story. Plus, don’t get me started on The Princess Diaries. As a rom-com that features an Asian American lead, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before set bars impeccably high. (Seriously, though, my Asian American friends can finally see themselves in a lead as gorgeous as this, and I can’t seem to stop beaming over how amazing it is because a lot of them aren’t movie fanatics thereby, the excitement says it all. So yes, hello, here’s proof of how powerful diversity is! Yes. A thousand times yes!)

It did something not many have done, it brought in the greatest trope of all time, fake dating into the picture. Don’t even dare come at me, this is the best; sorry not sorry, I don’t make the rules. Now here’s the thing that makes each of the films mentioned above incomparably special — there’s undeniable authenticity in all of them, but with To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before especially, there’s a greater sense of it due to how Lara Jean Covey and Peter Kavinsky fall in love. Fake dating. Fake dating. Fake dating. More time together. But I think, dear readers, my favorite thing about this film is ultimately the valiant display of vulnerability — both on Lara Jean’s end and Peter’s.

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