{"id":252815,"date":"2026-07-13T02:23:40","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:23:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-flood-of-memories-nadia-mikail\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:23:40","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:23:40","slug":"a-flood-of-memories-nadia-mikail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-flood-of-memories-nadia-mikail\/","title":{"rendered":"A Flood Of Memories – Nadia Mikail"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cCooking and mopping and such. As Poppy would say, it would be unfeminist of him to ask you to do all the work.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t worry; we have a chore chart. He bakes for us quite a bit, too,\u201d Leila said truthfully. \u201cHe\u2019s getting better and better \u2013 have you guys ever tried his basque cheesecake?\u201d \u201cThen why does his dear family get a dessert that\u2019s collapsing as we speak?\u201d<\/p>\n

asked Poppy. The whole table stared at the jelly, tipping slowly over on its side. \u201cI\u2019m excited to try it,\u201d Arthur offered gamely. \u201cIt\u2019s got character.\u201d \u201cThanks, man,\u201d said Nick. Nek Pan put her hand over Leila\u2019s. \u201cWhen she went off to KL we were so worried \u2013 at least we\u2019ve had Nick to keep an eye on her the last few months.\u201d Her eyes were getting misty. \u201cShe\u2019s our only granddaughter, and with everything that\u2019s happened \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNek,\u201d Leila said, already fidgeting, and Leila\u2019s mother said, just as gentle, \u201cMama.\u201d Poppy was squinting at the jelly, expression unreadable. Leila had only ever told her that her father was strict; she didn\u2019t know how much Poppy had pieced together, those mornings Leila had come to school exhausted and unable to speak, sneaking ravenous bites from Poppy\u2019s bekal.<\/p>\n

Arthur was looking at Leila, a worried little crease in the middle of his forehead. \u201cNo, I know, I know,\u201d Nek Pan said. \u201cShe\u2019s a tough kid. She just doesn\u2019t call as much as she should. Now I\u2019ve got Nicky to check when I\u2019m worried.\u201d Nick picked up his phone and read out a text. \u201cU OK? Leila OK? Rose emoji, heart emoji.\u201d The table were laughing now, some of the tension dissipating. \u201cSince when do you do emojis?\u201d Mak asked, and Nek Pan, distracted from her melancholy, said, \u201cI\u2019ve always used them \u2013 I\u2019ve always been ahead of the times.<\/p>\n

I have TikTok too, did you know?\u201d \u201cNo way,\u201d Poppy said, laughing. \u201cFollow me on it, Nek Pan. I\u2019m saveallthetigers99.\u201d \u201cTigers are very cool,\u201d Arthur commented. \u201cI was on a trip to the zoo once to remove a thorn from a tiger\u2019s paw\u2014\u201d \u201cWhat?!\u201d Poppy demanded. \u201cTell me all about it.\u201d \u201cIt was Bellie\u2019s in Perak. I chose it because of their conservation efforts \u2013 all their donations go to helping the Jahai Orang Asli preserve the Belum- Temengor rainforest\u201d \u2013 Poppy shot Leila a look of approval at this, raising her eyebrows \u2013 \u201cbut the operation itself was a bit scary.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a large animal, his mouth was open when he was knocked out and I could see his teeth \u2026\u201d He was miming the fangs with his hands. Leila found this disproportionately adorable.<\/p>\n

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\u2018Nadia Mikail has crafted a complex and cathartic coming-of-age story that will leave readers feeling a deluge of emotion\u2019 Holden So, author of If You Still Recognise Me \u2018A truly beautiful novel, heart breaking and mending all at once. Stunning and vulnerable, Mikail is a much-needed, unique voice in YA\u2019 Lizzie Huxley-Jones, author of Reality Check \u2018A moving and beautiful portrayal of grief, memory, and the complexity of trauma.<\/p>\n

A Flood of Memories is heart-wrenching and heart-warming in equal measures and is a book that will stay with you long past its last page\u2019 Adiba Jaigirdar, author of Four Eids and a Funeral 1kitap1.com\/en Content note: This book contains depictions of alcoholism, emotional abuse, loss of a parent and anxiety. For information on where to find support, please see page 301 1kitap1.com\/en For the people who made me and for the people who helped remake me 1kitap1.com\/en Ke mana tumpahnya kuah kalau tidak ke nasi Malay proverb 1kitap1.com\/en PROLOGUE \u201cHe just made really strange choices,\u201d Leila told Poppy as the cast bowed to rapturous applause, or as close to rapturous as a school auditorium audience could deliver on a Wednesday night.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs a leading man.\u201d \u201cOh, I don\u2019t know, I don\u2019t know,\u201d Poppy said. \u201cHe had charisma.\u201d They walked out into the evening. Leila clutched her coat tighter around her. She resisted the urge to look at her watch. She was on time \u2013 but sometimes that didn\u2019t make a difference. \u201cBut why would he play him like that?\u201d she asked again. Poppy looked amused. \u201cHe really made an impression, huh?\u201d \u201cNo, I mean,\u201d Leila said, \u201cin the scenes with his cousin. He\u2019s gentle in them. In most adaptations George Farrer is miserable and dismissive.<\/p>\n

But the actor played him very kind. I\u2019ve never seen an adaptation where he is.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re such a nerd,\u201d Poppy said affectionately. \u201cI could do it different tomorrow night,\u201d a voice offered from behind them. \u201cOh, man,\u201d said Poppy. \u201cThis is the sort of thing that only happens in movies.<\/p>\n

And of course it would happen to us.\u201d They turned and looked at the leading man. Under the streetlight he looked kinder than ever, his brown eyes glowing, his beanie tugged rather unsuccessfully over his large ears. He was beaming. \u201cI\u2019m glad you noticed,\u201d he said. \u201cI was pushing the director to let me play him like that.\u201d \u201cWhy?\u201d asked Leila. \u201cIt\u2019s better if he is gentle with his cousin,\u201d the lead actor said very seriously.<\/p>\n

\u201cComplexity is confusing. Something awful can often be hidden inside something very tender. Like in the second act, when he gives him the key.\u201d It was still in his hand.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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