Jenny Han: Hi, this is Jenny Han and I am the author of To All The Boys I've Loved Before. And I'm gonna tell you a little bit about how I came to write this book and then I will share an excerpt with you.

I got the inspiration for All The Boys from my own life. I used to write love letters to boys when I was trying to get over them. I would just pour out my heart and soul onto the page and just do pages and pages of all my secret thoughts and feelings. But they were for my eyes only so I never sent them. Well, I sent one ... to Leonardo DiCaprio but he was the only one who ever received one of my love letters. My main character, Lara Jean, isn't so lucky. She writes love letters but all of hers get sent out.

And now I will read an excerpt from To All The Boys I've Loved Before.

I like to save things. Not important things like whales or people or the environment. Silly things. Porcelain bells, the kind you get at souvenir shops. Cookie cutters you'll never use, because who needs a cookie in the shape of a foot? Ribbons for my hair. Love letters. Of all the things I save, I guess you could say my love letters are my most prized possession.

I keep my letters in a teal hatbox my mom bought me from a vintage store downtown. They aren't love letters that someone else wrote for me. I don't have any of those. These are ones I've written. There's one for every boy I've ever loved. Five in all.

When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it, because he never will. Every secret thought, every careful observation, everything I've saved up inside me. I put it all in the letter. When I'm done, I seal it, I address it and then I put it in my teal hatbox.

They're not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don't want to be in love anymore. They're for goodbye. Because after I write my letter, I'm no longer consumed by my all-consuming love. I can eat my cereal and not wonder if he likes bananas over his Cheerios too. I can sing along to love songs and not be singing them to him. If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they're supposed to.