Pia Padukone

The Faces Of Strangers


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      The highly acclaimed author of Where Earth Meets Water returns with an arresting exploration of family and culture

      When native New Yorker Nicholas Grand applies for an international student exchange program, he thinks it’s an opportunity to broaden his horizons and meet some interesting people. He never imagines that a single year would have repercussions that would follow him throughout his lifetime.

      Nicholas is sent to Estonia, where he meets shy, sensitive Paavo, his beautiful sister, Mari, and their gruff father, Leo—a family grappling with the challenges of life in a small country struggling to assert its post-Soviet identity. Nicholas sets off on an unforgettable journey through a foreign landscape that ultimately teaches him that some bonds can never be broken.

      Bridging two uniquely captivating cities, The Faces of Strangers traces the intertwined lives of two seemingly symmetrical families from extraordinarily different worlds. This compelling odyssey through friendship and self-discovery illuminates the universality of how deeply we are defined by our connections with others.

      “Padukone has created a rich cast of unforgettable characters…. Her debut novel demonstrates an understanding and appreciation of the cultures of both America and India, a sense of the world as a powerful place, and the redeeming values of adoration and belief in the person you love. A powerful read for those who enjoy beautifully written multicultural fiction.”

      —Library Journal

      “[Where Earth Meets Water] is compelling as [Padukone] writes with grace and wit about grief, moving on, and accepting love.”

      —Booklist

      “[Where Earth Meets Water] has an elegance that defies the bread-crumb trail Padukone leaves for readers…this story of learning to love what you have should not be missed.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      “Smart and insightful. A worthy addition to the burgeoning field of new Indian literature.”

      —Gary Shteyngart, New York Times bestselling author of

      Absurdistan and Little Failure: A Memoir

      “Padukone offers a gripping tale of one man’s haunting sorrows, the wounds that bind a people, and the redemptive power of love. An unforgettable debut by a very promising young writer.”

      —Patricia Engel, author of It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris and Vida

      “Pia Padukone adeptly captures the aspirations and heartbreak of her engaging characters.”

      —Manil Suri, author of The City of Devi

      The Faces of Strangers

      Pia Padukone

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      For my mother, Nina, who started my story.

      For my daughter, Salma, who continues it.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Title Page

       Dedication

       LEO

       PAAVO

       MARI

       NICO

       NORA

       NICO

       LEO

       MARI

       NICO

       NICO

       PAAVO

       NICO

       NORA

       MARI

       NORA

       MARI

       September 2004

       PAAVO

       NORA

       NICO

       From: EESTIRIDDLER723

       PAAVO

       NICO

       From: EESTIRIDDLER723

       NICO

       NORA

       NICO

       NICO

       PAAVO

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

       Extract

       Copyright

      New York City

      November 2013

      The day begins wrong. Instead of the bright sunlight that usually breaks through the slats in the blinds and filters playfully across the bed, ominous shadows stand sentry in the corners of the room. Instead of the sharp fragrance of coffee, the earthiness of sweat fills the air. Nico won’t notice the difference until later, when he sits alone in his living room staring at a paper cup of coffee long gone cold. Normally, he will reach for his BlackBerry before he reaches for anything—or anyone—else. He will have been alone in the bed for at least an hour anyway, as Ivy will certainly have left early to get in a run or a sunrise Pilates class. Normally, he will brush his teeth with one hand while scrolling through emails with the other. But this morning, he allows himself to lie back against the pillows as he smiles up at the ceiling.

      This is where it all begins, he thinks to himself. I wonder if presidents ever just take a moment to reflect. It’s a few minutes before he notices the silence. Usually at this time, the students entering the school directly across