It took eight episodes, but The Summer I Turned Pretty ’s third season finally made me cry, which is all I have ever asked of it. Before watching this episode, I was thinking that perhaps the reason this season isn’t working for me is that I can’t make myself hate Jeremiah. I know that Jellyfish is canonically the wrong side, but, like Belly, I can’t help how I feel. Frankly, it was beginning to seem like I was living in an alternate universe, where Blair belonged with Nate, not Chuck, and Joey belonged with Dawson, not Pacey, and everything I’d ever known about teen love triangles was a lie. That’s not a world I could keep living in, so I resolved to really try to hate Jeremiah this episode. Or at least try to see what all the Jeremiah haters see that I don’t. Maybe I could will mysel

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