WHEN STARS DISAPPEAR
What’s it about?
When Stars Disappear is a magically-infused story about Beatrice Carter (42) and her messy journey to reclaim not only her lost memories, but herself, after awaking from a mysterious coma. Set against the backdrop of a charming fictional city in upstate NY, Bea discovers she is the proud owner of the cozy bookshop and bakery in the Canal District. Despite a budding romance with local artist Taylor Graves, and reconnection with other important people in her life, everything takes a dark turn when Bea befriends Vivian Sterling, owner of the art gallery across the street from her shop.
Can Bea survive the collision of her past and present lives, or will everything collapse and burn around her like that damn almond souffle?
Who is it for?
Although I think a lot of people will love it, this one is especially for:
Adults who enjoy cozy-ish reads with higher stakes
Members of marginalized communities who want to see themselves as the main characters (as fully-flawed human beings instead of as inspiration porn or cliches)
People who like morally gray protagonists and antagonists who make you recoil every time they're on the page
The girls, gays, and theys who love a bit of magic in their queer stories.
Themes
Bea’s story is a later-in-life coming of age where a magical mishap forces her to face the truth of who she really is. Thematic questions to consider:
Memory: Do we make our memories, or do they make us? How much do our memories influence our identity and actions? Are we the same person if all our memories are gone?
Justice & Accountability: Are we responsible for our actions, even if we don’t remember them? When are natural consequences enough, and when are legal ones required? What is justice, and what is our responsibility when it comes to reporting crimes?
Grief & Loss: How does grief impact our lives going forward? How are we influenced by loss? Does it fundamentally change us in some way?
Family Dynamics: How does our family of origin impact who we become? What happens when we don’t feel understood or accepted by our family? Can strained relationships be healed later in life?
Power: What are the ethical responsibilities when we possess power of any kind? Is morality attached to the pursuit or use of power?
Content Warnings
While I do my best not to include anything graphic on page, there are topics introduced, mentioned, or explored, which may cause some readers distress. As always, take care of yourself first. If any of these is a triggering topic for you, skip this story.
Death of a Loved One—Bea is grieving the loss of her grandmother, Gigi, and Taylor is grieving the loss of her best friend, Dante. Bea’s father also dies off page in the earlier timeline.
Memory loss—Not only does Bea deal with amnesia throughout the story, but scenes from her past life include interactions with Gigi, who has dementia.
Mind Control—Though Vivian often uses her “mindwork” gift to manipulate people and override their autonomy, Bea does this as well. The coercive nature of these interactions may be distressing for some readers
Self-Harm and Suicidal Ideation—Nothing is shown explicitly on page, but there is a scene where Bea contemplates self-harm earlier in life. Also, Dante’s death is ruled a suicide.
“Bea’s tears for Gigi were composed of fire and fury. Toward her grandmother for leaving, toward the people who painted her face so garishly, and toward herself for being so childish about it. They sat just below the surface, ready to appear if Bea would only call them forward. But if they wouldn’t actually burn the whole stupid church to the ground, she wouldn’t cry.”
“Cemetery attendants lowered the casket into the grave before they’d even said amen, but in their defense, this pastor was long-winded. The earth was eager to swallow Charles up, and Bea’s mind conjured a limp pile of white fur, from back when her father had once placed Marmalade into the hole they’d dug in the back garden. It had taken thirty minutes to dig the grave, but only two to fill it in. Such was life. You could work and work, only to have it all undone in a matter of minutes.”
“Topiaries lined the drive and the front of the house, shorn into intricate shapes—impressive sculptures in the forms of spirals, spheres, cones and stacks of offset foliage cubes. Bea might have appreciated the attention to detail had it not inspired an even deeper fear. What Vivian wanted, she got, even if it meant violently bending the will of nature itself with a set of shears. ”