“Pieces” is hanging on a faraway beach in Abu Dhabi today. There’s a special kind of privilege that goes with spending your childhood at a small international school. Friends and classmates come and go, the energy is forever shifting, post-graduation most leave for universities and work abroad, but the tight-knit community is always held together by an invisible string. We always come back, even if for a fleeting moment, to the place we grew up in, together. Even if we don’t, someone who does, knows what someone else is doing, tells someone else, and you get the picture. And as much as we may all dislike Facebook, it’s only made that string stronger. It’s definitely worked wonders for my novel. Thank you for reading and sending proof, Christophe Corsi.