Contents (72)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- The Old Bailey, London, 7 April 1826
- Chapter One
- Paradise, Jamaica, 1812‒25
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- London, February 1825
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- The School-house
- August 1825‒January 1826
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Levenhall
- January 1826
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- The Old Bailey
- 7 April 1826
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Newgate Prison
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
My love and thanks to him, and to our children, Ashani, Christiana, Marianne, Nyah and Lewis, who made me feel how proud they were of Mom at every stage. I am equally proud of them.
Just over two years ago, I walked into Nelle Andrew’s office with fragments of a novel. She saw a future for it and made sure I did too. I couldn’t imagine a better agent, or a more phenomenal woman.
I’d also like to thank Alexandra Cliff for her help and advice en route to publication, as well as the entire team at Peters, Fraser & Dunlop.
I was lucky that this book passed through the hands of three incredible editors: Katy Loftus (UK), who seemed to read my mind from our first phone call to the last line edit, Emily Griffin (USA) and Iris Tupholme (Canada), for their wisdom and insight. They made this a better book.
My thanks to the teams at HarperCollins in New York, including Jonathan Burnham, Doug Jones, Stephanie Cooper, Leah Wasielewski, Jane Beirn, Hannah Bishop, Robin Bilardello and Kim Racon, and Toronto, including Leo Macdonald, Michael Guy-Haddock, Lauren Morrocco, Deanna Norlock and Cory Beatty. My thanks also to the team at Viking in the UK.
I owe a huge debt to the English teachers and librarians who entertained my endless requests for more war poems and more Jane Austen. The debt I owe to Mrs Mountcastle can never be repaid.
My thanks to everyone involved with the MSt programme at Cambridge University, in particular Jem Poster, who supervised early drafts; Sarah Burton, who sent me a book of oral histories; Midge Gillies, who planted the seed; and my fellow students, Jo Sadler and David Prosser. My thanks also to the judges of the Lucy Cavendish Fiction Prize, as well as the team at Lucy Cavendish College.
My friends kept me sane, laughing and, in some cases, fed: Jo Sadler, Emma Wiseman, Sasha Beattie, Dalia Akar, Cassie Wallis, Hana Akram, Helena Reynolds, Magda Embury, Penny Brandon, Rosalie Wain.
Finally, thank you to my parents, for encouraging my love of Jamaica even after we’d left it. And to my Jamaican grandparents: Florence and Theodore Grant, and Henry Duckworth Collins, whose sacrifices and achievements made my life possible.
About the Author
SARA COLLINS is of Jamaican descent and grew up in Grand Cayman. She studied law at the London School of Economics and worked as a lawyer for seventeen years before earning a master’s degree in creative writing at Cambridge University, where she was the recipient of the 2015 Michael Holroyd Prize for Creative Writing. She lives in London, England.
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Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.