From Twinkle, with Love by Sandhya MenonFrom Twinkle, with Love by Sandhya Menon

From Twinkle, with Love

bySandhya Menon

Hardcover | May 22, 2018

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“Utterly charming.” —NPR
“Cinematic.” —Teen Vogue
“Funny and sweet.” —Buzzfeed
“Dazzling.” —Bustle


Three starred reviews for this charming romantic comedy about an aspiring teen filmmaker who finds her voice and falls in love, from the New York Times bestselling author of When Dimple Met Rishi.

Aspiring filmmaker and wallflower Twinkle Mehra has stories she wants to tell and universes she wants to explore, if only the world would listen. So when fellow film geek Sahil Roy approaches her to direct a movie for the upcoming Summer Festival, Twinkle is all over it. The chance to publicly showcase her voice as a director? Dream come true. The fact that it gets her closer to her longtime crush, Neil Roy—a.k.a. Sahil’s twin brother? Dream come true x 2.

When mystery man “N” begins emailing her, Twinkle is sure it’s Neil, finally ready to begin their happily-ever-after. The only slightly inconvenient problem is that, in the course of movie-making, she’s fallen madly in love with the irresistibly adorkable Sahil.

Twinkle soon realizes that resistance is futile: The romance she’s got is not the one she’s scripted. But will it be enough?

Told through the letters Twinkle writes to her favorite female filmmakers, From Twinkle, with Love navigates big truths about friendship, family, and the unexpected places love can find you.
Title:From Twinkle, with LoveFormat:HardcoverProduct dimensions:336 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.1 inShipping dimensions:8.25 × 5.5 × 1.1 inPublished:May 22, 2018Publisher:Simon PulseLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1481495402

ISBN - 13:9781481495400

Appropriate for ages: 12

Reviews

Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute teen friendly read Twinkle feels like she has a message for the world that she wants to deliver through film, unfortunately she also feels like she is invisible and no one wants to hear what she has to say. Things start to change for her when Sahil encourages her to make a film with him for a movie festival at their school. She finds the confidence she craves and a group of friends that she never expected to have. She struggles to balance the plans that she had against the reality that is before her. Her obsession with becoming part of the “cooler” crowd causes her to make some poor and hurtful decisions. This novel touches on unrequited crushes, changing friendships, distant parents and so much more. This a great novel for teens aged 12 and up.
Date published: 2018-08-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute story, well-written Twinkle is a great character because she is complex, a little flawed, but has a good heart and a great mind. She is smart, thoughtful, jealous, confused, loyal, etc - she is not just one thing or two-dimensional. This is a sweet story of a young love. It is also a sweet story of coming to learn about your family and parents and seeing them as people with lives rather than just your parents. It's also about friendship and finding your place in school and in life.
Date published: 2018-08-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute story! When I first read this book, I was not enjoying it. The characters felt very “high school” like to me. Now, I understand they are in high school so of course they’re going to act a little more childish. However in Sandhya Menon last book I didn’t have that feeling with her characters and they were also in high school. This book however, felt very immature. The story is very practical, like her first book “When Dimple Met Rishi”, however both books were still very enjoyable. The characters grew on me as the story progresses and it ended up being an extremely cute story. It was very nostalgic for me when I was in high school and had crushes on boys and things like that. One thing I liked more about this book then the last book is that the conflict almost felt like it wasn’t going to be resolved in this book. That was the only part of the story that kept me guessing. As a contemporary, it was a very cute story, I really enjoyed the middle and ending of the book it just took me a while to really get into it. I look forward to reading more books by Sandhya Menon!
Date published: 2018-07-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Captivating Story Great story concept, and charming characters. It's hard to not fall in love with aspects of this story.
Date published: 2018-07-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fresh and Lovely This book is a wonderful contemporary read filled with first love, friendship, and finding your passion. The main character is a conflicted Indian American teenager who doesn't quite know what she wants or how to get it, but is getting there slowly. This book will make you laugh, say aww, and really make you think about the effects of bullying and immigrating to another country.
Date published: 2018-05-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A laugh out loud story that will warm your heart This is a laugh out loud story that will warm your heart and yet make you glad to be done with high school. It is just as adorable and funny as When Dimple met Rishi and should make the fans who wanted more very happy. As with Dimple, the romance is super cute, often cringe-worthy, super awkward and pretty darn hilarious. Twinkle is a fairly likable protagonist. She’s relatable, sweet, funny, smart and kind of geeky. What she isn’t is perfect. She makes mistakes but owns up to them. She is obsessed with popularity and being accepted by the in-crowd. I’m not so far removed from being a teen that I don’t remember how much fitting in mattered and how badly you want to be seen and accepted. At some point you realize that your true friends are the ones who like you for who you are and don’t expect you to change. Like most of us Twinkle has to go through some drama and heartache to get to that bit of wisdom. It’s a very familiar journey although her story is all her own. This is such a feel good book that I find myself smiling just thinking about it. It really is about finding your own path and your own voice and tuning out those who don't believe in you. Twinkle shines the brightest when she true to herself and follows her heart to things that make her happy. When she tries to be something she's not disaster and sadness ensue. Twinkle is incredibly talented and once she realizes her own worth and power the world falls at her feet! Maybe real life isn't quite so neat and easy but it's a worthwhile message to send to teen girls. Thank you to Simon & Schuster Canada for providing an Electronic Advance Reader Copy via NetGalley for review.
Date published: 2018-05-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from New Favourite Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for providing me with an e-arc! I know I usually start my reviews with a quote, but I just learned that you're not supposed to quote arcs until you've gotten the finished copy, so the quote will be edited in when that happens. Don't worry, though, because the quote I want to include is worth the wait. Thing is, I've been trying to give less five stars lately. I noticed that some books were put on the same level as my favourites, and I realized that it didn't make much sense. However, I didn't even hesitate for a second before giving From Twinkle, With Love a full five stars. I thought I was over cutesy YA contemporaries, but you know what? This book convinced me otherwise. But yes, before I say more, I should probably tell you what this book is about. Basically, From Twinkle, With Love follows Twinkle, an Indian-American teenage girl who dreams of becoming a director. The story is told through letters that she writes to her favourite female directors, and follows her as she directs her first movie for a film festival. Thing is, the producer of said movie is the twin of the guy she's had a crush on for a long time, and she might actually be falling for him instead. Honestly, I don't know how I'm supposed to put into words how much I adored this book. Growing up, The Princess Diaries were my favourite books (yes, I even liked them more than Harry Potter), and this book made me feel the way I felt when I first read them. I laughed, I cried, I squealed. Honestly, there weren't many emotions I didn't feel whilst reading this book. But mostly, I was saying "aw" out loud and annoying everyone around me by screaming about how cute this book and its characters are. Twinkle isn't a perfect character. Neither is Sahil. Or Maddie, or Hannah, or anyone else in this book. Still, they felt relatable. Or at least, I felt like I would have related to them quite strongly when I was a teen. Seriously, how I wish that I had had this book when I was a teen! Oh my, I might have loved it even more back then, if that's even possible. The way this book was written makes you feel so connected to Twinkle that I personally believe it's impossible not to root for her. Even when she made mistakes, all I wanted to do was cheer for her and hope everything would turn out right. Honestly, the only complaint I have about this book is that it's a stand-alone, because I wish we could have more of Twinkle, Sahil and everyone else. I grew so attached to them, and even though I've always been an only child, I feel like they're all like my younger siblings. I want to see them grow, succeed, and be happy. Okay, I'm going to stop now, because I'm getting quite emotional, and crying twice whilst reading this book was enough. I won't cry whilst writing this review, I promise.
Date published: 2018-05-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A For the Lover of Books Review 4.5 Stars *Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for providing a copy in exchange for a review. My opinions are honest and my own. I need to read more books like this one. Books that are just cute and sweet as opposed to books where everyone’s life is on the line. Books that remind me how much of a romantic I am, no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise. Twinkle has such a strong voice. It basically bursts off the page. Her pain and excitement are palpable. It’s actually kind of like reading one side of a text conversation of someone you know. You’re kind of an outsider, but it feels like you know the characters and that you’re there with her. But you’re also sitting there watching, knowing what’s happening and what is about to happen, and you’re powerless to stop it. I didn’t really expect to feel so close to Twinkle considering the book is written as letters sent to Twinkle’s favourite female directors, but it was done so much better than other epistolary novel’s I’ve read. From Twinkle, With Love, for me, was very realistic. Twinkle’s story feels familiar. As someone separated from the story, I could tell where certain things were going, and it hurt to watch things fall apart, but it still felt true to my experience as a younger teen. Twinkle does a lot of things that high school me would have 100% done had I been in her situation. She’s very much stuck in her own world, focused on her own problems. She doesn’t really realize the full impact of what she says, and she isn’t very considerate of others. She’s wandering through life trying to figure out what she wants, and she’s trying too hard. She’s just trying to get her parents’ attention, figure out friendships, and make the best movie she can. She’s flawed and she feels like a teen. The other characters were well done as well, but I mostly talked about Twinkle in my notes. I loved the love interest. He was so sweet, and it kind of hurt to watch Twinkle be oblivious to his feelings for her. I was also completely invested in the story, which is really rare for me when dealing with non-mental health related contemporary books. I was reading this as exams were about to start, and I could not stop reading. Overall, From Twinkle, With Love was so adorable and realistic, earning it 4.5 out of 5 stars.
Date published: 2018-05-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very Cute! I loved it. I absolutely loved Sandhya Menon's first book When Dimple Met Rishi, but From Twinkle, with Love completely store my heart. This book was absolutely fantastic from beginning to end. Twinkle has a lot going on in her life. Her best friend Maddie has joined the popular crowd and seems to be embarrassed to be seen with Twinkle, so when a secret admirer by the name of N starts emailing Twinkle, she is absolutely sure that it is Neil, one of the most popular boys in school, who has the power to make Twinkle popular and win back her best friend. The only problem is that Twinkle is falling for Neil's twin brother Sahil. As drama unfolds in Twinkle's life, she must follow her heart and decide which twin she should go for, and who her true friends really are. I absolutely adore Twinkle as a main character, I loved reading in her point of view. She is so genuine and sweet, but she also carries a darkness in her that we all face at one point in our lives. I think her character was so relatable, and so inspirational with her female empowerment and her ambition. I think she is a great main character and a great role model for younger girls. Although I loved Twinkle, and I really liked Sahil and their romance together. My favourite character in this novel was Vicky. She truly surprised me, in a good way. Vicky is one of the popular girls that Maddie hangs out with, who actually ends up becoming great friends with Twinkle. At first, I thought that Vicky was just trying to trick Twinkle, but she was genuinely nice and truly cared about Twinkle the whole time. She honestly deserves an award for one of the best supporting characters. I thought the plot of the story was great. The pace is great, and there is enough going on in the novel to keep you interested. I finished this book in one night, because I could not put it down and just wanted to continue reading until I got to the end. The one problem I had with Menon's previous book was that it was very predictable, and while this novel was slightly predictable, I was definitely surprised a few times (aka, how I was surprised Vicky turned out to be nice), so that was an improvement I was very happy to see. Overall, I loved Twinkle and her story. I thought this novel was cute and inspirational to young women. I definitely recommend this book to people looking for a book that will lift your spirits.
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Cute Book Twinkle is a girl with big dreams, and she'll do what she needs to to make them happen. You're just along for the ride. The beginning was rough, mainly because of the main character's voice. That took a lot of time getting used to. It read a lot younger than it should have, a little annoying and over-the-top in delivery. I haven't read Menon's other book yet so I can't say if it's just this character. As always, I, a self-professed cynic of contemporary and romantic novels, must address the predictability factor. The story progressed exactly as I expected it would from the first three chapters. It touches on all the themes one would expect: friendship issues with those both new and old, first romances, bullies, parent problems, and the main character wanting to become more and noticed by those she thinks matters. However, for once, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. Because I did enjoy it. Immensely. And I believe that is because it was something different. Not only was it different in terms of diversity, but in content. The film director aspect was well done and relatable. It's a big lofty dream that you're not quite sure you'll be able to reach, but you persevere and take advantage of the opportunities that come your way. Twinkle is a literal shining example of this and she had me rooting for her. The cast of characters in this really is delightful. Sahil, Victoria and Dadi are the ones that burrowed their way into my heart quite quickly. That said, there were a few that didn't stand out when they should have, and it left me a little confused. Perhaps it was a lack of description for them, or they just weren't prominent, but certain names and faces sadly blurred together. I have to say that for a time I didn't like the dark road that Twinkle found herself on. She went from awkward and 'groundling' status to someone vicious and mean. I share this to prove how much I became invested. I was disappointed in the character, not the book as a whole, which NEVER happens. All that said, Menon brought it home well. I really only had one major issue with this novel, being the diary entry format. It struck a chord as unbelievable, only for the fact that Twinkle doesn't recount her day each night, but rather throughout the day right after events happen. I mean, okay, fine, but unless that girl is capable of handwriting 300 words per minute, I don't see how it works. Kind of soured the book for me. Aside from that, a really sweet and fun book.
Date published: 2018-05-14

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From Twinkle, with Love One Monday, June 1 Homeroom Hello, namaste, buenos dias, and bonjour, Mira Nair! The basics. Name: Twinkle Mehra Age: Sixteen Occupation: Sadly, a junior at Pikes Peak Charter in Colorado Springs. And ugh, the only one who’s still sixteen. Mummy and Papa obviously thought they’d birthed a prodigy when they stuck me in kindergarten a whole year early . . . ha. But that doesn’t matter. If you learn only one thing about me, it’s that I think I have a filmmaker’s soul. Like you, Mira. There are so many universes I want to explore with my camera. BFF: Maddie Tanaka. Well, used to be, anyway. Now it’s . . . complicated. Crush: Duh. Neil Roy. Since forever. So, now that we’re acquainted, can I just say that I’m a huuuuge fan? Like, the biggest. I mean, okay, I’m not deluded. I know you’re never going to read this in a million years. But somehow, writing to you in here feels like you’re listening. This diary was a birthday present from Dadi, by the way. She was all, “Take this, Twinkle. Put the words of your heart in the pages as you put the images of your heart in your movies.” As far as grandmothers go, she’s pretty cool (and pretty kooky, but that’s a story for another day). Anyway, it sat in my desk drawer for about nine months, but then I thought, Why not? What’s it going to hurt to try to journal? I thought writing to my fave female filmmakers would be way more fun than writing to myself. Or to one of Dadi’s “soul bearers from beyond the veil.” (Too long of a story to go into right now.) Some might call people like me losers. I myself prefer the term “groundlings.” See, in Shakespearean times, these were the poor people who would have to stand in the front of the stage and got called out (unfairly, IMO) for being rowdy and smelly and having the mange or whatnot. And then there were the snooty people in the back, who got to sit in, like, covered areas and look down at the groundlings and feel all superior in their silk feathered hats. But Shakespeare would never have gotten famous if he hadn’t appealed to the groundlings. Here’s a little secret, though: I wouldn’t completely mind if I were something other than a groundling. It’s not like I’m silk feathered hat material or anything, but still. To be even one social status level above the one I am right now would change my life because I’m pretty sure it would give me my best friend—who is now definitely one of the silk feathered hats—back. And bonus: It would help transform me from Invisible Twinkle to someone people recognize, maybe even someone who tells stories others want to hear. So now I’m sitting here in homeroom and Hannah Macintosh just took off her six-hundred-dollar shoes (I know because she told the entire class that’s how much they cost in Milan) to show Victoria Lyons her pedicure. If I were a teeny bit braver, I’d go over there and ask, “Hey, Hannah, did you steal those shoes? I only ask because it seems you like taking things that don’t belong to you, like my best friend.” Maybe I’ll ask Dadi if she knows any incantations that’ll grow me a courage gland. Oops, there’s the bell. More soon. Love, Twinkle Still Monday, June 1 AP Bio Hey-o, Sofia Coppola. I’m sitting here trying not to expire of totalicus boredumus while Mrs. Mears explains the life cycle of the royal walnut moth, aka Citheronia regalis, aka kill me now. And you wanna know what Maddie’s doing? Drawing a six-color diagram of said life cycle. With gel pens. I guess she doesn’t make mistakes? Even Mrs. Mears, the biologist, didn’t draw us a diagram. But Maddie probably wants to be thorough. Oh, and she’s written her name at the top of the page with her new markers (she gets new stationery and school supplies as often as regular people get new . . . Um, actually, I don’t know where I was going with that. She just gets them a lot), along with the date, and underlined everything three times. Maddie wants to be a physician-scientist. Yeah, that’s really a thing. Being a plain old doctor or a plain old scientist isn’t challenging enough, so she decided she wants to combine them. But I’m thankful. Because if I ever get a rare disease that causes my butt to break out in fluorescent hives or something totally rando like that, I know Maddie’s the only one who could save me. She’s sort of a genius. It must run in the family. Her dad, James Tanaka, is a world-famous artist who regularly challenges ideas of the mundane with his mixed-media pieces and has gallery showings in the United States, Tokyo, Paris, and London (literally what it says on his website in the “about” section). Plus, Maddie’s ultra-rich. She lives in one of those old neighborhoods in Broadmoor in a giant mansion. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed even after Maddie gave up her groundling membership and became one of the silk feathered hat people. She’s still super ambitious. I haven’t been to her house in months, but I bet she still has that poster board she made of her five-year plan. It has pictures of the Johns Hopkins campus, where she wants to go to college and med school, places she wants to travel (Shanghai, Tokyo, Mumbai, Edinburgh, London), and pictures of the type of boy she wants to date (Japanese-American like her, with tattoos and not taller than 5’10”; she says she wants to meet him in the second year of medical school). Meanwhile, I’m like, maybe I’ll waitress/travel after high school? Or go to film school at USC if I can get a scholarship? Or live in my parents’ house forever, decrying the death of the arts? Maybe that’s why our friendship is as doomed as the Globe Theatre. Maybe I’m not ambitious enough for Maddie. Or cool enough. Or confident enough. Or, or, or. A lot of your films were about being on the outside looking in, Sofia. I wonder what advice you’d give me. How do I step over the threshold and join my best friend again? Oh, crap. Mrs. Mears is giving me the evilicus eyeicus. I better go. Still later on Monday, June 1 My room Hi again, Sofia! You’ll never believe who I saw today at Perk (full name: Perk Me Up Before I Go Go, but who has the time to say all of that?) drinking coffee and lounging like the half-Indian, half-white god he is. Neil. Freaking. Roy. It’s a travesty, but the only class we share right now is AP English. He’s pretty bad at it, for someone who’s definitely headed to Harvard. He once asked Ms. Langford why Hester in The Scarlet Letter didn’t run away from her town in basically a big F U to society. He implied she was being dumb. And I was like, Neil. How do you not get that Hester wants to stay there and find out what the scarlet A means to her? She clearly wants to try to determine her own identity in an agentic manner versus accepting one that’s forced upon her by a patriarchal society. I even opened my mouth to say that. But then I closed it. Being a human belonging to the wallflower genus, I’m kinda used to swallowing my words instead of speaking them. (Dadi says it’s because my aatma is made of gauze and feathers, whatever that means.) And anyway, this was Neil. So when I saw him at Perk, I almost walked right into the display by the door, but I stopped myself just in time. He was sitting there, his legs splayed like he owned the place. Patrick O’Cleary and some of the other guys from the swim team were with him, too, all of them talking about the upcoming season and how Neil wouldn’t be at school because he was going to some pre-Olympic training camp for the rest of the month. I love swim season. Neil, in swim trunks. Broad male shoulders glistening with water. The smell of chlorine. Neil, in swim trunks. Okay. Here’s something I’ve never told anyone: My crush isn’t just because of Neil’s looks or his hypnotizing athleticism or the fact that he’s a future physicist genius. It’s because if someone like Neil Roy went out with me, the other silk feathered hat people would want to hang out with me too. Like Maddie. Maybe I’d come out of my shell, bringing my camera with me, and people would finally listen to the stories I have inside me. I’ve always felt like I was meant to be more than an invisible wallflower. This could be my ticket to an alternate life, Sofia, a way to become one of the insiders. I walked up to the counter, overly aware that Neil was behind me now. Was my back sweaty? Was my T-shirt sticking to me? Could he see my cringesome ratty beige bra through it? Curse you, eighty-degree summer days, when I have to walk everywhere and live in a house with no AC. I casually loosened my braid so my hair could cover what my T-shirt might not. Then I tossed a strand over my shoulder and hazarded a look at his table. Huh. He hadn’t even noticed me. I deflated a little. I was that overlookable? I glanced around the café at the other silk feathered hats. None of them had noticed me, either. I deflated even more, until I was about half my original size. My gaze passed over Neil’s identical twin brother, Sahil Roy, who apparently had noticed me and was now smiling, his face bright and happy. He sat at a table with his best friends, Skid (white, short, and wiry) and Aaron (the only black and openly gay person in our class; seriously, diversity, PPC. Look it up). They were being quieter—and geekier—than Neil’s group while discussing that new alien movie, which goes without saying. They’re total groundlings too. I smiled back. “Can I help you?” The thirtysomething mustachioed barista behind the counter was staring at me in a way that meant he’d probably had to ask that more than once. His name badge read STAN. “Hi, Stan,” I said. “Can I get a small iced mocha? I have this.” Rummaging in my pocket, I fished out the coupon I’d gotten for winning an essay contest before winter break and handed it over. He barely looked at it before handing it back. “It’s expired.” “No, no, it’s not.” I pointed to the fine print, my palms getting sweaty even at this tiny amount of confrontation. “See? It says June first is the last day to claim this. And it’s June first.” Stan’s mustache twitched spitefully as he pointed to the finer fine print. “See that? It says June first at five p.m. And it is now”—he checked his wristwatch—“five twenty-four p.m.” Twenty-four minutes. He was denying me for a lousy twenty-four minutes. “Okay, Stalin,” I muttered as I stuffed the coupon back into my pocket. He leaned toward me. “What did you say?” Oh God. His mustache quivered indignantly, almost independent of his face. “Uh . . . nothing. I said, um, thanks, Sta-an.” I stretched his name into two syllables to make the lie more believable and smiled weakly. “So, are you gonna get anything or not?” he asked, eyeing me like I was a bug he’d found swimming in his perfect coffee. I looked at the menu and sighed. It was almost five dollars for the coffee, which was my lunch allowance for the week. If I bought it, I’d have to do without at school, and hungry Twinkle was hangry Twinkle. “No, that’s okay,” I said, my cheeks hot. In that instant, I was kind of glad about my invisibility powers. At least none of the silk feathered hats had heard how Twinkle Mehra couldn’t even afford an iced mocha. In my hurry to escape, I almost smacked face-first into a muscled chest. OHMYGOD, my brain shouted as I tipped my head back and took in those light-brown eyes, that thick lacy fringe of eyelashes. IT’S HIM IT’S NEIL OHMYGO—oh, wait. My brain registered more details, like the red skull on the black T-shirt. The smile that was half shy, half awkward, not at all like Neil’s full-on, sear-your-retinas-with-its-strength-but-you-won’t-even-notice-the-pain-because-it’s-so-glorious smile. “Oh, hey, Sahil,” I said, trying to go around him. “ ’Scuse me.” “Wait. I could buy you that coffee?” he said, pivoting to see me. “Um, if you want?” I stopped and looked at him, feeling that cringy-hot feeling I always get when people call attention to money. Specifically, how they have it and I don’t. “That’s . . . nice, but you don’t have to do that.” “No, no, I want to,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets and then taking them out again. “Um, heat wave.” Huh? Was that supposed to make sense? “You . . . what?” “I . . . just meant there’s a heat wave outside. You definitely need an iced coffee.” Then he grinned suddenly, this thing that set all his teeth on display, and leaned back. It all had a very rehearsed vibe. I opened my mouth to (a) tell him eighty degrees and a light breeze hardly qualified as a heat wave and (b) point out that he was edging dangerously close to the napkin holder. Sadly, I was too late delivering point (b). Sahil sent it flying to the floor, and the napkins went everywhere. He stared at the mess for a minute in silence. And then we both ducked down to clean up the mess, knocking heads (of course; how else would two groundlings clean up a mess?) and groaning. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Sahil said as I rubbed my forehead. “That’s okay.” I stuffed the remaining napkins back into the holder and then stood up to face mustachioed Stan, who was watching this unfold with unadulterated glee beaming off his annoying, dictatorial face. “Um, yeah. I’ll have that iced mocha after all.” I figured it was easier to just accept than risk another mini disaster. I smiled at Sahil. “Thanks.” He waved me off. “Ah, no, no worries.” And then I’m pretty sure he asked me a question, which I didn’t hear because it was then that Neil Roy began to walk toward me. No kidding. His eyes were locked on mine and everything. At least, that’s what I thought at first. But then he got closer and I saw he was looking at his brother, Sahil. Just Sahil. “Yo, I’m heading over to Patrick’s,” he said. “Can you catch a ride with someone?” “Sure,” Sahil said, turning back to me. And then Neil Roy winked at me. Winked. At me. “Hey,” he said, all casually, running a hand through his soft (it looks soft anyway), thick black hair. “How’s it going?” Neil Roy asked me a freaking question. And I responded by gawking at him. What should I say? Something cool and casual and maybe even a little bit funny? The seconds ticked by. I realized I was still standing there with this idiotic, glazed smile on my face. OH MY GOD, TWINKLE, JUST SAY SOMETHING. ANYTHING. But by the time I’d decided to rejoinder with a perfectly acceptable, “Pretty good, and you?” his back was already to me. And those bulging calf muscles were taking him to the door. “Uh, Twinkle?” I blinked Sahil back into focus, trying to ignore the thudding disappointment at my own geekiness. “Yeah?” Neil smoothly tossed a balled-up paper napkin into the trash from across the room, and then he and his friends walked outside together. His back wasn’t sweaty. And the other guys had their heads swiveled toward him, constantly watching him, listening to what he had to say. See? That was the sort of guy shiny, future Twinkle Mehra should date. “ . . . business card.” Crap. I’d missed what Sahil was saying—again—because I was ogling his brother. Anyway, context. Come on. Look around. Look at his face. What might he have said? Oh, right. He was holding out a business card. I took it, frowning slightly. Sahil Roy, Film Critic, it said. There was a phone number below it. “You’re into films, aren’t you?” he asked, tugging at his T-shirt. Am I into films? Ha. Ha ha ha. Only like Bill Nye is into science. “Mm-hmm,” I said. “Definitely.” Sahil smiled his shy/awkward smile. “Cool. I am too. You should think about joining the film club sometime.” He rubbed the top of his ear. “And that’s, uh, my cell number there.” He cleared his throat and then coughed violently, choking on his own spit. I patted him on the back while he stared at me, his eyes wide. “Do you need some water?” I was starting to get worried about the color his face was turning. He shook his head and walked back to his table, where his friend Skid, sighing, handed him his cup of water. Aaron tossed me a smile and I nodded back. “Coffee.” I found Stan holding out my cup and I took it. “Thanks.” I walked up to Sahil’s table. “Hey, uh, thanks again for the coffee. I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you guys.” Aaron and Skid held up a hand and Sahil cleared his throat. “Sure, no problem,” he said, all hoarse and funny-sounding. “Take care.” I giggled. How could two brothers be so different, honestly? “You too.” I looked for Neil once I was back outside, but he was long gone. Ah, well. Our Bollywood romance would have to wait. One day, though. One day I’ll be the Alia Bhatt to his Shahid Kapoor.

Editorial Reviews

PRAISE FOR FROM TWINKLE, WITH LOVE A Junior Library Guild Selection Book Riot’s 25 YA Books to Add to Your 2018 TBR Right Now B&N Teen’s 8 Diverse Romances to Read Right Now PopSugar’s 10 Exciting Summer YA Releases Bustle’s New YA Rom-Coms That Will Make the Perfect Picnic Read This Summer ”Utterly charming . . . May we all be as brave and confident in our art as Twinkle Mehra.” —NPR “Cinematic.” —Teen Vogue “Funny and sweet.” —Buzzfeed “Dazzling.” —Bustle “Delightful, inspiring, and the hug your heart most certainly needs.” —Book Riot “A sweet, smart gem.” —School Library Journal, starred review “Pitch-perfect.” —Booklist, starred review “Charming and sophisticated.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review “Effervescent.” —Publishers Weekly “Highly recommended.” —VOYA PRAISE FOR WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI An NPR Best Book of 2017 A Buzzfeed Best YA Book of 2017 A Kirkus Best Teen Book of 2017 A School Library Journal Best Young Adult Book of 2017 A Chicago Public Library Best Teen Book of 2017 A Bustle Best YA Novel of 2017 A PopSugar Best Young Adult Novel of 2017 A Paste Magazine Best Young Adult Novel of 2017 A Book Riot Best Book of 2017 A B&N Teen Blog Best YA Novel of 2017 A Summer 2017 Top Ten Indie Next Pick A Junior Library Guild Selection “Effervescent.” —Chicago Tribune “Full of warm characters and sweet romance.” —Entertainment Weekly “Get ready to fall in love with Dimple Shah and Rishi Patel.” —HelloGiggles “Adorable.” —Buzzfeed “Deliciously quirky, funny, and nerdy.” —Bustle “Charming and heartwarming.” —PopSugar “Utterly delightful.” —BookRiot “Heartwarming, empathetic, and often hilarious—a delightful read.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review “A vibrant, joyous, funny love story.” —VOYA, starred review “The strength of the story comes from its blending of Indian culture and values into a modern-day romance that scores of readers can enjoy.” —School Library Journal “Bright and funny.” —Publishers Weekly “Nuanced and thoughtful . . . will melt the hearts of readers.” —Booklist