Some Wars Are Personal

You won’t just read this book. You’ll live in its corridors—palaces echoing with half-said goodbyes border camps steeped in memory and train stations where love arrives too late or just in time.This novel doesn’t romanticize war. It doesn’t glorify love either. It stands at the brutal beautiful intersection of both and simply lets the story bleed.If you’re holding this book prepare to be wrecked—and rebuilt.