Here's why 'The Summer I Turned Pretty' is saying goodbye after season 3
Based on Jenny Han's beloved novel trilogy, the show follows Belly Conklin as she navigates the tangled emotions of love, friendship, and family during her yearly stays at Cousins Beach with brothers Conrad and Jeremiah.
Season 1 introduced the charm and drama of Belly's coming-of-age story, capturing her evolving feelings for the Fisher brothers.
Season 2, adapted from It's Not Summer Without You, dove deeper into heartbreak, family tragedy, and emotional conflicts as the group grappled with Susannah's illness.
Season 3, which is based on the final book, We'll Always Have Summer, is expected to bring closure to Belly's love triangle and the bittersweet end of her childhood summers.
Though the show has been wildly successful since its debut, Prime Video confirmed that season 3 will be its last.
The decision to end the series after three seasons reflects a commitment to staying true to Jenny Han's original trilogy.
Attempting a fourth season without source material 'has the potential to drag out the story longer than necessary and severely hurt the themes of growing up, friendship, family, and romance.'
Viewers might also find an added season 'unnecessary and unfaithful to the original plot,' ultimately weakening the emotional impact the story has built across its three parts.
Season 3 premieres July 16, 2025, and promises to give fans a heartfelt conclusion to the story that's defined a generation of summer love.
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