The Star Under the City– A Review

While Maggie is gone I am hacking her blog. Shhh! Don’t tell! 😉

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I had the privilege of watching “The Star Under the City” travel from a dream to a real book, and it was a privilege that I wouldn’t trade for anything!

I’ve seen it stuck in the writer’s block stage; I’ve seen it make the author cry. During NaNoWriMo I received multiple panic and then victory emails from the author. I have fangirled and critiqued, given my opinion and not known how to use words when it was just TOO perfect. I wish I could hug Lenz so tight and bury my face in his coat.

This book is very special to me. I feel like the publication and instant popularity of Maggie’s novel is not an outstanding, awesome accomplishment for my dear friend ONLY. Finally, everyone can read this story that has been tugging at her brain and heart and been the sole subject of conversation for over 8 months. Finally, we all get to love the precious characters, revel in the description, and cry with the MC. Now each of us gets to hold our breath through the anxious chapters, and giggle at carefree reckless Tytus.

Maggie has gifted us with the kind of novel we keep under our pillows, the kind of story that makes our hearts sore because we love it so much. “The Star Under the City” is a book that leaves its readers without words, or a torrent of them. THIS BOOK. Basically, go read it. The End. 😀

Must I convince you? Well then, you have asked it upon yourself.

1. It is set during World War Two. What could be better? And more heart-wrenching. ❤

4. It has a downright shivery cool symbol. I shall say no more.

7. Its message will leave itself imprinted in you. John 1:5

2. The characters will implant themselves in your life and never leave. You won’t want them to.

4. This is “The Book Thief”, mountains better because of its Christian worldview.

He was quiet for a moment before standing, “Well listen, you try keeping that safe, okay? Maybe don’t drop it in the river or show it to strangers or anything crazy.” I almost smiled despite myself. He climbed quickly up the bank and back onto the short bridge. I hugged my knapsack tightly in my arms and watched him go. I thought hard about what he’d said, “You keep that safe, okay?” He knew more; I could just tell. I wanted answers.

~The Star Under the City, by Maggie Joy

A note to the Wordshaker,

Maggie, thank you for letting me pester for more excerpts from your story while you wrote it. Thank you for letting me giggle at Lenz’s original name. I still think Ernest is said “Ernst”. 🙂 Thank you for letting me brainstorm with you, it was so much fun! And thank you, thank you for publishing “The Star Under the City”!!!

You have given us your words, and we love them.

Your friend,

Anna

   

And please don’t kill me for doing this. 😛 😉