Ever since Our Secret Summer came out, I’ve been getting a variation on the question: “Isn’t this just Seasons of Love all over again?” I totally get it. Both books feature an age gap, a summer setting, and a very inconvenient attraction that leads to equally steamy results. But let’s be clear: Dylan is no Alice, Raffo is no Joy, and this is not a carbon copy—it’s more of what you love, just with a