Chapters (61)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR The Wild Ones
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Beginning, or How Paheli Became the First Wild One; With a Cameo by Taraana, the Boy Made of Stars.
- An Introduction; Hold On to Your Hats.
- The Sweetness in the Sugarcane, or The Impractical Nature of Immortality
- Paheli: The Vagrant Experiences of a Mango Addict
- Cotton Candy Sugar Screams
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- “Will You Walk into My Parlor?” Said the Spider to the Fly.
- The Best Ice Cream in the World, Teddy Bears, and a Tree Creature.
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- I.
- The Reappearance of the Boy Made of Stars and the Plight of the Girl by the Oleander Lane.
- Paheli: An Interlude in Blue
- Besieged in the Between
- Tea, the City of Stairs, and the Story of a Boy
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Heartbreak, Stone Buildings, and Tandoori
- Observations, Conversations, and Hot Parantha
- Paheli: The Spies Who Came In from the Between
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The French Quarter, the Spanish Half, and Eulalie
- Paheli: The Eggplant Overture
- Sunny Jelly Beans, Po’Boys, and “Alouette”
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The Keeper of the Green and the Mysteries of Magic
- Blood and the Between
- The Library of the Lost and the Stories of the Silenced
- Walking in Wicked Ways or The Importance of Balık Ekmek
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Looking for the Needle in the Haystack
- Paheli: The Peculiar Crackle in the Electricity
- Ten Degrees Past Despair
- The Fault in the Stars
- The Blue City in the Mountains
- Paheli: Disharmony in the Attics
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: Continued
- The Politics of a Body, the Politics of Pleasure
- The Medina, the Riad, and the Red City
- Paheli: The Atlas Mountains, the Cozy Rooftop, and the Confession, Possibly of Love
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Souks, Spices, and Survival: A Guide into Chaos
- Jemaa el-Fna: The Mosque at the End of the World
- Paheli: A Moment in Chartreuse
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: On the Frailties of the Heart
- Sonagi, or A Sudden Rain
- Paheli: The Cheese in the Trap
- Paheli: The Maze and the Minotaur
- A New Era, a New Dar; the River Sings
- The Burning Door, the Fallen City, and Taraana 2.0
- Paheli: The Beginning of Forever
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Moving One Rock at a Time Will Eventually Move a Mountain, aka Goodbye
- Acknowledgments
- More from the Author
- About the Author
No book ever reaches the shelf due to the author alone. So many people are involved at each stage. Thank you to Karen Wojtyla, my editor, for loving The Wild Ones. Your insight and suggestions were so necessary and made the book what it is. Thank you for loving Taraana. Thank you also to Nicole Fiorica, whose suggestions and comments helped me look at the story in a different light and thus, made it better. Thank you to Alex Cabal for the beautiful cover and Sonia Chaghatzbanian for the jacket design. They are everything I wanted them to be. Thank you to my copy editor, Rebecca Vitkus. Your eye for detail is exemplary.
The Wild Ones was not an easy book to write. I had to excavate parts of my life that I wished to bury away forever. Some days were much more difficult than others. At those times, I had my own pack, my friends, who, whether knowingly or not, offered me support. Thank you, Teng Teng. For the talks, the snark, and for identifying all those Hollywood people I don’t recognize. Karuna Riazi (you are amazing, I love you!), Axie Oh (thank you for reading an early copy and cheering me on), and Kat Cho, thank you. Also, thank you to Karuna’s mama who gave me such a warm hug that day in New York that I still think of. Thank you to Roselle Lim and Judy Lin, we didn’t eat nearly enough on our retreat. Let’s do it again one day when the world makes much more sense. Thank you to Jasdeep for your kindness. Thank you to Shveta Thakrar for being the awesome person you are. Thank you to Janet, your baked goods are my fave, Jane, my fave picture book author, and Yash, my fave person to write with. Thank you to Lana Wood Johnson and Mason Deaver for listening to my mumblings about that certain thing. Thank you to Adib Khorram, Julian Winters, Lu Brooks, Tessa Gratton, Melody, Natalie C. Parker, Rena, and Ronni for listening and advising. Thank you to Sabina Khan. I can’t wait to meet for coffee and gupshup soon. Thank you to Rossi, who keeps things real and me humble. Thank you to Laura J. Rinaldi, who I only know through the internet, but whose support and kindness humbles me. Thank you also to Erin, whose enthusiasm and encouragement keep me writing.