Book : The Star Outside My Window - Raúf, Onjali Q.

-Titulo Original : The Star Outside My Window

-Fabricante :

Yearling

-Descripcion Original:

From the award-winning author of The Boy at the Back of the Class comes a middle grade novel about the power of hope to sustain even when tragedy strikes.Ten-year-old Aniyah and her little brother Noah find themselves living in foster care after the sudden disappearance of their mum. With her life in disarray, Aniyah knows just one thing for sure: her mum isnt gone forever. Aniyah believes that the people with the brightest hearts never truly disappear. They become stars. When scientists discover a new star acting strangely, Aniyah knows its really her mum. To make sure everyone else knows, too, she embarks on the adventure of a lifetime--one that involves breaking into the Royal Observatory of London, and meeting the biggest star in Hollywood.This is an honest yet empathetic exploration of how people respond to difficult circumstances, told through the innocent voice of a ten-year-old girl. Review “Deeply moving. [Rauf] brings to life an age-appropriate narrative about painful topics, giving her characters power and agency.” -Kirkus Reviews, starred reviewRauf doesn’t sensationalize her characters’ painful back-stories, instead focusing on their healing. -Publishers Weekly About the Author Onjali Q. Rauf is the founder and CEO of Making HerStory, a UK nonprofit that works to fight human trafficking and gender-based abuses and crimes. She is the author of The Boy at the Back of the Class, her debut novel. She lives in the UK. You can find her on Twitter at @OnjaliRauf. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1A Map to the StarsI’ve always wanted to be a star hunter.Everyone else calls them astronomers, but I think “star hunter” sounds much better, so that’s what I’m going to call myself. But I’m not going to be the kind of star hunter that looks for old stars. I want to find the brand-­new ones-­the ones that have only just been born and are searching for the people they’ve left behind. I read in a library book once that stars can burn for millions and billions and even trillions of years. I hope that’s true, because there’s one star I don’t ever want to stop burning. I don’t know where it is yet, but I know it’s out there, waiting for me to find it.Back in my real house, where I lived with Mum and Dad, I had three whole shelves of books in my bedroom, and at least half of them were all about stars and space travel. The walls and ceiling were covered with posters and glow-­in-­the-­dark stars that I’d begged Mum and Dad to get me. But the best thing in my room was my special star globe, which sat right next to my bed. From far away, it looked like a globe of the world-­but it wasn’t. It was a globe of the night sky, and instead of countries and oceans, it lit up with all the constellations you could ever think of. There was a different constellation every time you switched it on, and I knew all of them by heart. That’s why new stars will be easy for me to spot when I’m a star hunter-­if you know a picture by heart, it’s easy to tell when something about it is different.I wish Mum hadn’t forgotten to pack the star globe. Sometimes I miss it so much that I wonder if I’ll ever stop missing it. I miss it even more now that Noah and me have had to move to the strange new place we’re living in right now.We’ve been here for two days, and even though the house is much nicer than the last one we had to hide in with Mum, I’m not sure I like it here. It’s full of creepy noises. Like floorboards creaking when there’s no one there, invisible things tapping on the window at night as if they’re trying to get in, and tiny squeaks and scratchings coming from behind the walls. My little brother, Noah, thinks the house is haunted-­he gets so scared at bedtime that I have to make him lie down with his head under the covers and I hug him tight until he falls asleep. Noah’s only five. It’s OK for a five-­year-­old to be scared of ghosts, but it’s silly for a ten-­year-­old