An epic, emotionally charged novel about love, art, and survival spanning 1900s colonial India to Blitz-era London by the USA Today bestselling author of When We Believed in Mermaids.
In the shadow of the London Blitz, artist Elsie Turner clings fiercely to her canvases, refusing to let war dim the colors that define her. The bombs test her nerve, but the struggle also stirs memories of her golden youth in India and of the long-lost love of her life.
The daughter of a British civil servant in the Himalayan station of Nainital, Elsie crosses cultural divides to forge an unlikely bond with Tanveer Singh, a Sikh prince with hopes, dreams, and far-reaching ideas. What begins as shared sketchbooks and stargazing becomes first love and a secret correspondence. When Elsie’s father is summoned to England, Elsie is severed from the world she knows—and is determined to preserve it through both her art and a connection with Tanveer that endures through the most tumultuous years of their lives.
Across four decades and two continents, Elsie navigates a journey from lush colonial India to war-torn London, amid landscapes of beauty, protest, and peril. As past and present collide, the most impossible choices and sacrifices are yet to be made in the name of love, war, and survival.
Published August 11, 2026 by Lake Union Publishing
ISBN 9781662514975 (ISBN10: 1662514972)
London, 1940
You will think this a story of the war. The war, as if it is the only one, when this century has been so filled with them.
It is not about war. It is about the opposite.
My story begins with cyanide tablets.
I fingered the edges, imagining that I could feel his words against my skin, words he'd written in the Urdu script, which we had learned first as a challenge, then later to hide the words of our communication. His father spoke and wrote four languages, but had not bothered with the written script of Urdu. My mother had some skill with Hindustani, even some Persian, but she could not write Urdu. It had become our secret code.
"...I had an image of a carved box, inlaid with ivory, that held this secret thing, the thing we barely acknowledged even to each other anymore. It is the only thing that really belongs to me.""Not your paintings?""Yes, of course the paintings." I grappled with what I meant, what I could say without giving away that sense of private connection, a thing that both lived in the world and not. "But paintings are meant to be public. Even if they're vulnerable or revealing, the entire purpose of them is to communicate with someone else."
"You have the freedom to explore your art and your own mind. You have freedom of movement and even the ability to defy the powers that would shape you."
"Here we are," I said, and let myself fly into the darkness lit by ten thousand stars.
The Cerebral Girl is a middle-aged blogger just digging her way out from under a mountain of books in the deep south of Florida.
I received a copy of this book to review through TLC Book Tours and the publisher in exchange for my honest opinion. I was not financially compensated in any way, and the opinions expressed are my own and based on my observations while reading this novel. The book that I received was an uncorrected proof, and quotes could differ from the final release.


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