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Strange star

1st U.S. ed.
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230 pages ; 22 cm
Reading Level:
HL 590 L Lexile
Told primarily by servant Felix, a former slave, Lord Byron and friends gather to tell ghost stories on a stormy night in 1816 Switzerland, but a scarred girl arrives with her own dark and dangerous tale.


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From the critically acclaimed author of In Darkling Wood comes a spine-tingling novel inspired by Frankenstein with more than a hint of mystery and suspense.

One stormy June evening, five friends meet at Villa Diodati, the summer home of Lord Byron. After dinner is served, they challenge each other to tell ghost stories that will freeze the blood. But one of the guests--Mary Shelley--is stuck for a story to share.

Then there's an unexpected knock at the front door. Collapsed on the doorstep is a girl with strange scars on her face. She has traveled a long way with her own tale to tell, and now they all must listen.

Hers is no ordinary ghost story, though. What starts as a simple tale of village life soon turns to tragedy and the darkest, most dangerous of secrets. Sometimes the truth is far more terrifying than fiction . . . and the consequences are even more devastating.

Praise for Emma Carroll's In Darkling Wood :

"A haunting and poignant exploration of family, loss, and redemption." -- Booklist , Starred

"A tale brimming with emotion and atmosphere . . . . [ In Darkling Wood ] is absorbing and well written. Hand this to readers who enjoy fantasy, fairy tales, and magical realism."-- School Library Journal , Starred

"Magic and mystery adds appeal to this already compelling family drama ...and Carroll manages to wrap all of the threads into a wholly satisfying ending." --Bulletin

Author Notes

Emma Carroll was a high school English teacher before she retired to pursue writing full-time. She has also worked as a reporter, an avocado picker, and the person who punches holes into Filofax paper. She recently graduated with distinction from Bath Spa University with an MA in Writing For Young People. She lives in the Somerset hills of southwest England with her husband and two terriers.

To learn more about Emma and her books, visit, follow @emmac2603 on Twitter, and look for In Darkling Wood , also available from Delacorte Press.

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School Library Journal Review

Gr 5 Up-Lord Byron, Percy Shelley, Mary Shelley, Clare Clairmont, and Dr. John Polidori are all sitting around the fireplace on a stormy night. The goal of the night's assemblage is to "tell a ghost story that will terrify the assembled company." Everyone has had a turn except Mary Shelley, who is uncharacteristically stuck for a thrilling tale. The party is about to turn in for the night when there is a knock on the door. Standing outside is a pale girl named Lizzie, covered in scars like tree branches. She accuses Mary of kidnapping her little sister, and then launches into a story full of intrigue, in which a mysterious scientist named Francesca Stein moved into the mansion on the hill and began conducting strange experiments, culminating in bringing a dead wolf back to life using the power of electricity. Carroll's version of how Shelley came up with Frankenstein is as inventive and thrilling as the novel itself, but the real power of the story comes from the underlying theme of not judging people by their appearance-much like the original, and still a prevalent message today. The book also includes several strong female characters: Lizzie, blind after getting struck by lightning, overcomes many obstacles in order to get her sister back; Lizzie's mom, whose independence from her husband separated her from the rest of society; even Francesca Stein is shown in an admirable light as a brilliant female scientist struggling to break into the profession, until her experiments go awry. VERDICT A entertaining, thoughtful rendition of Frankenstein's  conception. Some readers may not understand the references to the original story, but they'll enjoy it nonetheless.-Tyler Hixson, Brooklyn Public Library © Copyright 2018. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Horn Book Review

Servant Felix tells of how, in 1816 Switzerland, his employer Lord Byron's night of revelrous storytelling with friends (including Percy and Mary Shelley) is interrupted by Lizzie, a blind and scarred girl seeking her sister. Horror unfolds as Lizzie recounts her experience with loss, lightning, and an unprincipled woman scientist. Literary-minded readers will recognize Lizzie's haunting story as the germ of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. (c) Copyright 2019. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Review

'Twas a dark and stormy night in 1816 when several literary luminaries gathered at a Swiss villa to spin tales of unearthly terror. Beginning with their host, Lord Byron, the participantswho include Percy and Mary Shelleyembark upon their evening's entertainment but are soon interrupted by the dramatic arrival of a blind English girl, famished and bearing mysterious scars. She has a shocking story of her own to tell, one that includes a comet that portends misfortune; the arrival in Somerset of a reclusive woman scientist, Francesca Stine; a ravening beast preying on livestock in the night; an arrogant cloaked gentleman lurking in graveyards; visions of imminent death; and horrific experiments in the name of science. The sole nonwhite character, Felix, is a former American slave who somehow acquired his freedom and sailed to Europe, where he was hired by Byron's housekeeper. The inclusion of a courageous young person of color who is respected by the white people around him is a welcome novelty in historical fiction. Against the backdrop of the central mystery, the texture of daily life in Georgian England and some of the pressing social issues of the day are vividly portrayed. Suspenseful and atmospheric, the book features an afterword by the author about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and her inspiration for the characters and plot.An adventure story packed full to the brim with dramaand just the right amount of shivery, fearsome delight. (Horror. 9-14) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Booklist Review

On a dark summer night in Switzerland, Lord Byron challenges his friends to tell ghost stories, while Felix, a servant boy told to stay out of sight because of his dark skin color, listens at the door. One guest, Mary Shelley, struggles with the challenge. Then, a knock at the door: a half-dead girl named Lizzie with strange scars has appeared on the doorstep, and she has a chilling story of her own. A comet some say a bad omen passed over Lizzie's village, and a lightning storm changed her life for the worse. Her inquisitive sister keeps getting into trouble, and a mysterious scientist keeps appearing in the graveyard. As all these seemingly unconnected things come to a head, Lizzie faces an incredible journey, carrying a story that, perhaps, Mary Shelley needs to hear. Frankenstein's influence is clear in this Gothic-infused middle-grade novel though knowledge of it is certainly not a prerequisite and Carroll (In Darkling Wood, 2017) is adept at crafting tense, atmospheric backdrops. Effective as an introduction to a classic or as stand-alone horror-lite.--Reagan, Maggie Copyright 2018 Booklist



Chapter 1     It was felix's job to deliver the invitation. On such a sparkling, sunny morning after weeks of cold rain he was glad to be outside, stretching his legs. Not that he had far to go--Mr. and Mrs. Shelley's villa was just a short walk through the apple orchard. He'd be back at Diodati again in less than twenty minutes, the job done.   Yet this wasn't just any job. Or any invitation. And despite knowing it was a servant's responsibility to deliver messages, not read them, Felix couldn't resist glancing at the card in his hand. Lord Byron's words, in still-wet ink, read more like a challenge than an invitation. Felix prickled with excitement.   Tonight was going to be spectacular.   Once through the orchard, Felix raced up the steep steps to the Shelleys' front door. His master, Lord Byron, had known Mr. and Mrs. Shelley and Miss Clairmont back in London, where he lived most of the year. Like him, they were writers. Free thinkers--at least, the Shelleys were. Mr. Shelley, a poet, was tall and sickly thin. Mrs. Shelley, smaller, quieter, had the fiercest eyes Felix had ever seen. And Miss Clairmont, stepsister to Mrs. Shelley, was a whirlwind of emotions who cried as much as she laughed. Like Byron, the little group had come here to Switzerland for the summer to take in the mountain air. As individuals, they were interesting enough, but together, their sparks became flames.   At the top of the steps, Felix noticed the shutters at the Shelleys' windows were still closed. It was too early for them to be awake. They'd stayed late at Diodati last night, when, even then, the talk had been strange. They'd spoken of experiments done on corpses. Of a dead frog made to twitch as if alive. It was all Felix could do to trim the candles slowly and pour coffee drip by drip, just to stay in the parlor and listen.   So when he knocked on the front door with a rat-tat-tat he didn't expect anyone to answer; the noise simply echoed down the long, empty hallway. The Shelleys didn't care for rules, Lord Byron said. In which case, Felix hoped they wouldn't mind an invitation slipped under the door instead of being delivered safely into their housemaid's hand.   As Felix turned to go he caught a glint of sun on glass. Not every shutter was closed after all. At a small window near the top of the house, someone was watching him. Felix shielded his eyes to get a better look. The person staring down was a child--a girl of about ten--with curls of white-blond hair. Someone--Frau Moritz, probably--had mentioned that the Shelleys had adopted the girl on their travels.   Smiling, Felix raised his hand to wave. "Hullo!" he mouthed.   The girl stared, her eyes as wide as soup plates. Slowly, tentatively, she waved back, though she didn't return his smile.       At the Villa Diodati, Frau Moritz, the housekeeper, was standing on the kitchen steps. The sight of her there, hands on generous hips, made Felix's spirits sink because he knew she was waiting for him. Since Lord Byron's announcement at breakfast of his plans for tonight's gathering, she'd been in a terrible spin. And the person who bore the brunt of it, as ever, was Felix.   "You took your time," she observed.   Frau Moritz liked her household to run as smoothly and precisely as a Swiss clock. Everyone had their place, did their proper work. Even on the outside, the Villa Diodati had that same air of routine. It was a big, square, imposing house with shuttered windows and steep gardens lined with cypress trees. If a house could sit sensibly then Diodati did so in its place on the hillside above the lake named Geneva, after the nearby town. It struck Felix as slightly odd that Lord Byron, with his wild reputation, should spend his summer at such an orderly house. Yet he was a man of many sides, as Felix was quickly learning.   "No more dallying," Frau Moritz said. "We need wood brought in for the fires. Quickly now, my boy."   Nodding, Felix pressed his lips shut. He wasn't her boy. Nor was he anyone else's. Those days were disappearing fast, when the color of a person's skin gave them rights over others, his master told him. Apparently, it was the fashion in England for gentlemen to have a black footman. And it was good work too, with smart uniforms and decent pay and a chance to mix with society's finest, which wasn't a thing Felix had thought possible before now.   Frau Moritz had hired him from the marketplace in Geneva, where she'd found him amongst the salamis and pickled vegetables, looking dazed. He'd traveled months and many long miles from America to the French coast, and when his ship docked at Calais, he rode the first cart heading south. He'd never meant to end up somewhere so cold. Frau Moritz's offer of work wasn't charity as such. True, he was skinny and filthy and desperate for a job; truer still was her keen eye for a bargain, since no one round here would pay much for a black servant.   Then Lord Byron arrived for the summer months. He brought with him his doctor, John Polidori, and soon afterwards the Shelleys and Miss Clairmont took lease of the villa next door. Felix had never met people like them. They opened his eyes to a world of possibilities. He began to hope for better. Most of all, he dreamed of his master taking him back to London in the autumn as his footman. And so he set himself a mission this summer, to prove himself worthy of the role.   With his log basket now filled, Felix headed back inside. Climbing the kitchen steps, he felt a sudden twinge in the scar just above his left wrist. The scar was shaped like a ragged letter S. Mostly, he kept it hidden under his shirtsleeve in case of questions. Not that he'd run away from America; he'd sailed to Europe a free person and he'd worked hard for that freedom, too.   Yet feeling the twinge stopped him in his tracks. He blinked up at the sky. Pain like this meant a storm was on its way, though currently the morning was still fine. Even the comet that had hung over them these last months was fading so fast it looked no more than a wisp of smoke. From the west a bank of cloud was blooming. The smell of rain was already in the air. Felix shuddered with delight. With a storm as the backdrop, he could only imagine how incredible tonight's ghost stories would sound!   Inside at the kitchen table Frau Moritz's daughter, Agatha, was peeling potatoes. She pretended to ignore Felix; her bowed head with its thick brown plait of hair pinned from ear to ear was all he saw. Still, he felt her eyes slide over him.   "Will you tell him, Mama, or shall I?" she called to Frau Moritz, who was at the stove.   "Tell me what?" Felix stopped, resting the log basket on his hip.   Agatha looked up. He glanced between her round, waxy face and Frau Moritz's flushed one.   Wiping her hands on her apron, Frau Moritz joined her daughter at the table. "This gathering tonight of Lord Byron's. It's meant all manner of extra work for us. There's to be a supper for his lordship and his"--she looked disapproving--"friends."   Felix nodded eagerly. "They're telling ghost stories, yes. I'll do the serving, if you like. . . ."   "No, Mama," Agatha cut across. "You promised me!"   Felix sucked in his cheeks. He knew what was coming. Just like him, Agatha was fascinated by Lord Byron's friends. Miss Clairmont laughed like a sailor. Mr. Shelley, who looked so deathly pale, was alive with ideas. Even the sullen Dr. Polidori had an interesting, quizzical air. Yet it was Mrs. Shelley who intrigued him most. She seemed so serious and quiet, but when she did speak, she was clearly the cleverest of them all. And the way they sat: not upright and polite, but sort of draped across the furniture. Felix wanted to breathe these people in, and he sensed Agatha did too.   But Frau Moritz would not choose him to serve over her own flesh and blood. He didn't stand a chance.   Life wasn't fair.   It wasn't fair that in America his mother had worked sugar cane for a white man. Then the white man had branded her newborn baby on the arm with the letter S, and said it meant he owned them both.   Shifting his log basket onto the other hip, Felix went quickly upstairs. Though not quickly enough, for he heard Frau Moritz say, "Don't fret, Agatha dear. Of course you'll be serving the supper. Lord Byron wants his guests scared by ghost stories, not by the servants."   Felix gritted his teeth. It was the type of insult he knew all too well. Excerpted from Strange Star by Emma Carroll All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.