The Brightest Star in the Sky: A Novel
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A wry and life-affirming tale-and the Irish literary star's latest New York Times bestseller.
Marian Keyes's inimitable blend of rollicking humor, effervescent prose, and captivating stories that deal with real-life issues have won readers around the globe. Reminiscent of the blockbuster movie Love, Actually, her new novel The Brightest Star in the Sky, features seven neighbors whose lives become entangled when a sassy and prescient spirit descends on 66 Star Street to radically transform at least one person's life in the Dublin town house. With the comic appeal of Nick Hornby's novels and delicious drama akin to Jane Green, The Brightest Star in the Sky will keep readers guessing, laughing, gasping, and in tears until the very last page.
one, after all. But, entre nous and forgive me for being picky, I don’t really like Rosie. Andrei’s grand, a bit intense, God love him, but a decent man at heart. I wouldn’t mind him. But not her. Rosie screwed her eyes up tighter. In a moment, Andrei would clamber on top of her and he’d plunge it right in. Her entire body tensed at the thought. It would be awful, but worth it and… What was taking him so long? She was starting to get chilly. ‘What’s happening?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Andrei said.
effort. People who simply sat on the pavement begging for money, that she could deal with. It was a much more honest transaction because you knew what you were getting, which was precisely nothing. And she hated cyclists – another sanctimonious bunch with their namby-pamby whining about doing their best for the environment so it was okay for them to navigate the roads like lunatics and it was up to taxi drivers, decent people such as herself, to be responsible for their safety. If she ruled the
favourite of theirs from what I could gather. A cookery one this time, presented by a personable young man called Neven Maguire. They curled up next to each other and watched scallops being sautéed and drank their tea and made serious inroads into the biscuits. In a spirit of inclusivity, Maeve ate one of Matt’s ginger nuts even though they were dark chocolate ones, which she didn’t like, and Matt ate one of Maeve’s mini-rolls even though they were so sweet they made the hinge of his jaws hurt.
to her. And what if she wanted a second glass of wine, would her lezzery companion permit such debauched bacchanalia? She rubbed her hand over her eyes. What a bleak picture of a life… And – she just thought of something else – they’d have a box of chocolates, some dreary brand like Milk Tray, and every night before they climbed into their narrow single beds to read four pages of their improving books, her companion would invite her to select a sweet. To show her appreciation, Katie would be
surprised. Her mother wasn’t normally a selfish person who caused trouble. ‘Lydia, is it the sauce?’ ‘No.’ ‘She’s losing it, so.’ But Mum was only sixty-five, far too young to be going in the head. And Lydia was also too young for this aged-parent business. At some time, far, far away in the misty future, she knew that Mum might go a bit quavery and shrunken. On the very rare occasions that she even considered such a possibility, a picture of a little pull-out seat in the shower would appear