The Stars We Steal

The Stars We Steal

by Alexa Donne

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Overview




Engagement season is in the air. Eighteen-year-old Princess Leonie “Leo” Kolburg, heir to a faded European spaceship, has only one thing on her mind: which lucky bachelor can save her family from financial ruin? 

But when Leo’s childhood friend and first love, Elliot, returns as the captain of a successful whiskey ship, everything changes. Elliot was the one who got away, the boy Leo’s family deemed to be unsuitable for marriage. Now he’s the biggest catch of the season and he seems determined to make Leo’s life miserable. But old habits die hard, and as Leo navigates the glittering balls of the Valg Season, she finds herself falling for her first love in a game of love, lies, and past regrets.

Fans of Katharine McGee and Kiera Cass will be dazzled by this world of lost love and royal intrigue. 

 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781328948946
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 02/04/2020
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 27,076
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.40(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author


Alexa Donne is a Ravenclaw who wears many hats, including teen mentor, college admissions essay advisor, fan convention organizer, YouTuber, and podcaster. When she’s not writing science fiction and fantasy for teens, Alexa works in international television marketing. A proud Boston University Terrier, she lives in Los Angeles with two fluffy ginger cats named after YA literature characters.
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Read an Excerpt

One

THE EXTRAVAGANCE MADE MY TEETH HURT.
      Fractures of light bounced off diamonds set into tiaras and other baubles that were as impractical as the silk frocks and dress jackets swimming about the room. Champagne flutes and vodka shots flew by on trays lofted high by servants dressed in simple black bodysuits, casting the partygoers into even more ridiculous relief. This wasn’t an imperial ballroom in a great royal palace in Sweden—it was just modeled to look like one. The aim was to forget where we were and why. Everyone accomplished that beautifully.
      I retreated farther into a gilded archway I’d made my temporary home, shuddering to think about the cold vacuum of space that hung ominously beyond the confines of this cushy spaceship. A woman in an elaborately tiered and poofed ball gown waltzed past me as she let out a high-pitched laugh. Pain shot through my jaw. Unclench your teeth, Leo, I scolded myself.
      I glanced down at the name tag on my chest and felt everything go tight again. All the champagne and dancing in the world couldn’t erase the reason I was here, why I was hiding in the back corner of a ludicrous ballroom in the center of a ludicrous spaceship.
      Tonight was the start of the official Valg Season, a barbaric courtship ritual we engaged in every five years so the rich could avoid marrying their cousins.
      All the eligible girls and boys wore name tags to the opening ball so that we could better check out the specimens on offer. Mine read: Princess Leonie Kolburg, 19, Prinzessin Sofi. Title, name, age, ship of origin—all the relevant details. What it should have said: Princess of Nowhere because we’re in space, not on Earth; Leonie Kolburg, 19, from a ship rapidly falling apart, honestly a bit destitute, seeking a wealthy spouse by order of her father. But that would have been too wordy.
      Cornflower-blue taffeta silk spilled over my hips, the floor-length fabric whispering over the pointed toes of matching heels. My hair was twisted up into a braided crown, my face painted to simulate the flush of sun-kissed health. At least I had refused the tiara my sister had offered up. Despite what my father, my sister, Carina, and my name tag insisted, I was no princess. Old-World royal titles are meaningless in space.
      Or should be, I thought. The reality on board was different, and I knew I was a target for any boy looking for his ticket to the upper echelons of power. It made me sick to my stomach. I was a commodity in a pretty dress, on display for all to see.
      I drifted back into a shadowy alcove, hoping I could disappear. As if on cue, I caught the gaze of an absurdly attractive boy with short black hair and deep golden eyes. I stared a beat too long, and he smirked at me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I flicked my gaze away.
      And there was my father, grabbing another glass of champagne we couldn’t afford. I felt tension winding its way back up my spine. I’d crunched the budgets six ways to Sunday, and in no iteration could we afford to supply the party with champagne imported from the Versailles. But Father had insisted; it was a way of displaying our nonexistent wealth and would hopefully make me a more attractive candidate for marriage. I inched closer to where Father was sucking up to a count, trying to spin our circumstances in the right light.
      “Oh, we’ve grown bored of our ship, so we figured, why not give some commoners a thrill, rent it out for a few months?” He prattled on, his crown slipping forward on his temple. His clipped consonants, meant to emphasize his high-class accent, were dimmed somewhat by the way he slurred his s’s. He had to be at least six drinks in. “It’s the perfect excuse to visit our dear cousins here and enjoy the Valg Season in style! And a banner anniversary year, to boot! To our one hundred and seventieth!”
      One hundred and seventy years in space. The fleet, not us personally, though sometimes it felt as if I’d been up here that long. I allowed myself a fanciful moment, imagining vampires in space.
      Every day was just another one spent in an exquisitely appointed tin can, waiting for our planet to thaw. I grabbed a glass of champagne as a tray went past and took a gulp. The money was spent, so I might as well.
      “Leo, darling, why are you sulking on the sidelines?” My cousin Klara appeared before me like magic, a vision in sparkling white-and-silver brocade. The way her lips turned down slightly in rebuke felt familiar. Her hazel eyes always danced with a certain knowing, her lips most frequently quirked into a smile, complementing the perfect symmetry of her face. Only a few years older than I, twenty-one to my only-just nineteen, Klara presided over parties like the princess she was, cool and elegant, with a keen sense of a good time.
      “You should dance,” she said, nodding at the center of the dance floor. “There are plenty of eligible young men who would happily partner you.”
      “‘Eligible’ isn’t enough. Hasn’t father told you? I’m to be flung in the direction of money, above all else.” I took a bracing sip of champagne.
      Klara frowned again. “I’m certain several of them have more than enough digicoin to satisfy him. If you would only get to know some of them, you might find someone you like . . .”
      A sickening déjà vu came over me: Klara speaking with me in hushed tones at another extravagant party, defending my father’s wishes, convincing me I did not know my own heart. I shook away the thought.
      “And what about you? You’re older than I am. Isn’t this your last Valg Season?”
      She visibly tensed at the reminder. I should have felt bad, but she’d kicked things off by rubbing salt in my own, similar wound.
      “I’m in no rush to marry, regardless of what my mother thinks. There’s time.” Klara’s voice was tight. “She is in good health, and we have no financial problems.”
      “What about your apprenticeship? I thought you said a strategic marriage was important. Surely there’s some faded prince or duke with political aspirations who might tempt you.” Klara’s mother was captain, and Klara had been learning the ropes from her for the past two years. Klara remained optimistic that if she worked hard enough, she could step into the role before she was twenty-five. Me, I assumed Klara would acquire the captainship at whatever age her mother finally shuffled off this mortal coil. From her cold, dead hands was a phrase that sprang to mind.
      “I see the same people all the time. Boys I grew up with bore me.” She picked at a perfectly manicured nail. “I should travel outside the Season, perhaps to the Lady Liberty or Nikkei, but I’ve heard of filthy rogues attacking people from ships like ours, stealing their credentials for travel visas.”
      “Nonsense,” I said. “The overcrowding can’t possibly be that bad. Sounds like a tale told to scare you out of traveling.”
      “It sounds believable to me.”
      “Why bother traveling later when everyone’s come here now? The pickings will get slim once the Season is over.”
      “Pickings are slim in the Season, too,” Klara countered. “Lots of man-children with big dreams of stepping over their future wife to grasp at power. I was as wise to it at sixteen as I am at twenty-one. I can’t believe my mother made me do it last time. Who marries that young?”
      “Carina plans on trying,” I said, indicating my baby sister, freshly sixteen and enjoying herself immensely. Her aim seemed to be to dance with every single boy here. She was on her sixth dance partner at least.
      “I’m surprised you’re letting her take part. Aren’t you worried she might steal your best prospects? This is your last-and-best chance, isn’t it?”
      I ignored the digs, both of them, and bitterly enjoyed the irony of Klara lecturing me on last chances when she was being so nonchalant about the Season. We both knew, despite her protests, that the captain—her mother—was going to make her pick someone to marry. This was how we sparred, though, cousins and friends but also often competitors. Captain Lind had the most annoying habit of praising me for my best traits whilst criticizing Klara for lacking them. And my father would, in turn, chastise me for not being as pretty, thin, and socially adept as my cousin. The reality was, we were both participating in the Season whether we liked it or not. And while neither of us seemed to like it much, we were each encouraging the other to chin up and try. How exhausting.
      We fell into companionable silence, watching the revelry on the dance floor as we kept court on the side. Carina moved on to her seventh dance partner. And then there was a sound to my left, like someone clearing his throat. I turned to find those deep golden eyes wickedly glinting and the boy attached to them performing a slight bow.
      “May I have the honor of a dance?” he asked. I made note of his British accent and his name tag. Daniel Turan, it read, and he was from the Empire. I looked to my left, to my right, and behind me. Surely he had meant to ask someone else? Finally, I looked across the way, catching a haughty brunette and a ginger boy smirking over at us, whispering to each other. Of course, a little prank—the model asking me to dance so that everyone could laugh at me when I said yes and he suddenly changed his mind. I wasn’t born yesterday.
      “No, thank you,” I said. “But my cousin Klara would love to!” I shoved her at him before either could protest, and I scurried off in the opposite direction.
      It was a shame, really, because I did love to dance. Well, screw it. I would dance by myself, far away from the end of the room where Klara was now awkwardly swaying with the British boy. They looked good together, though she towered over him in her heels.
      I found my own spot on the dance floor and got into the zone. Much like the rococo ballroom built smack-dab in the middle of a chrome-and-steel spaceship, the music was decidedly anachronistic. I’d seen plenty of movies about royalty and balls, the music supplied by an orchestra, couples perfecting a crisp waltz. But this party was on the Scandinavian, and it honored its most recent musical roots with a DJ who spun layered electronic beats with catchy melodies sung on top. I mouthed familiar words as I made my way into the throng of dancers. I lost myself to the music, swaying my hips and bobbing my head in time to the beat, working up a light sweat.
      “Princess Leonie!” a recognizable voice interrupted my trance-like focus. I had hoped a stonefaced expression and refusal to meet anyone’s eye would keep people from talking to me, but alas. I spun around to face him.
      “Lukas,” I said through clenched teeth and a forced smile, “you know I hate that name.” I meant both the royal moniker and my full name. Most people called me Leo.
      “Just showing my respect,” he simpered, grabbing my hand with clammy fingers and bowing into a kiss, which he planted across my knuckles. I tolerated it for a beat, then wrested my hand away. I wiped it surreptitiously on the back of my dress. “Will you dance with me?” he asked, unfazed. His eyes kept flicking between my face and my cleavage, so it wasn’t like he noticed the whereabouts of my hand, anyway.
      I hesitated, catching my father’s attention from the sidelines. Eyes with calculating focus bored into mine, his message clear: Say yes. Lukas was only a baron, but his family had plenty of digicoin, thanks to some smart business ventures. With a resigned sigh, I nodded, allowing him into my personal dance bubble.
      Then he grabbed me by the small of my back, pulling our bodies close, and I immediately regretted everything. I’d give him one song.
      I made it to the bridge. That’s when I caught sight of Carina entering the ballroom—when had she left?—her eyes searching the crowd until they locked with mine. Furrowed concentration was replaced with her usual easy smile. At least four boys turned to stare, two taking steps to ask her to dance, but she breezed past them, heading for me like a rocket toward its destination.
      “Leo, I need you!” she said breezily, throwing Lukas and his closeness to me a look before grabbing my arm and obligingly pulling me free. “The renters have arrived.”
      “Can’t you see to them?” I asked. Carina shook her head.
      “You’re the only one who knows how to use the bio-lock. I let the renters in but can’t figure it out.” My little sister batted her eyelashes at me, and, as always, I bent too easily. When my father acted like a child, I could fully resent him for it, but Carina’s age gave her an excuse for being clueless. Though, I reminded myself, at sixteen I’d been taking care of most of the family affairs for several years. Regardless, I was happy to take a break. We’d been here nearly three hours, and my feet hurt.
      “You’re the best, Leo!” Carina kissed me on the cheek and moved back into the throng to find a dance partner. I saw her pointedly reject Lukas and chuckled to myself as I made my way toward the exit. At the door, I turned one last time to check that she’d settled well with someone who wasn’t a creep.
      That’s when I saw him. My heart stuttered and stopped in my chest.
      Square spectacles half obscuring soft grayish-blue eyes; strong, regal nose; mouth set in a firm line, rendering his expression carefully neutral. He was always neutral until he let a smile light up his face, telling me I was brilliant and that he loved me. I blinked hard, sure I was imagining him. And when I looked up again, he was gone.
      I forced myself to take several deep breaths, then used the rhythmic click of my heels as I walked to reset my heart’s cadence to normal. Elliot wasn’t here. He wouldn’t come back. Would he?
      The security personnel guarding the ballroom doors nodded silently as I passed from the royal quarters to the Scandinavian’s public decks, making my way aft and up to where our family ship, the Prinzessin Sofi, was docked. We’d been here for years, living off the generous hospitality of our cousins—large ships in the fleet charged private vessels like ours docking fees as a matter of course, but we were family, and thus Captain Lind reluctantly waived them. Otherwise we’d be destitute and would likely have to give up the Sofi, our home. We were struggling to keep her up in repairs as it was.
      The Valg presented a unique opportunity to earn some extra digicoin. A week ago, I’d received a reply to my advertisement of a ship for rent from a Captain Orlov of the Saint Petersburg, traveling with his family and some friends. He hadn’t mentioned the Valg Season, and I didn’t pry for more details, happy for the money, though I was curious. If he had the title of captain, wasn’t he needed on his own ship?
      As I rounded the last corner, clipping through the familiar frosted white corridor to our decidedly dingier chrome door, a warm voice boomed. “You must be Miss Kolburg. Maxim Orlov.” A large hand engulfed mine in a firm-gripped handshake, while mirthful, pale eyes leveled with mine. He seemed short for a Russian—he was my height, an even five foot eleven. I’d heard they were a ship of giants, not unlike those on the Scandinavian. I was one of the shorter ladies. I took in his companions. One was a pretty woman who looked about midtwenties, and the other was an equally handsome dark-haired man the same age as the captain—early thirties?
      “Welcome, Captain Orlov,” I said, turning to the woman. “This must be your wife?” To my surprise, all three laughed as if I’d told the most hysterical joke.
      “Evgenia Orlova,” she said. “Maxim is my brother.”
      My cheeks heated furiously as I stammered out an apology.
      “An easy mistake,” the captain said. “And you may call me Max. This is Ewan Reid, my husband.” He indicated the other man.
      “Pleased to meet you,” Ewan said, a lilt to his tone that was clearly not Russian. He must have caught my puzzlement. “It’s Scottish.”
      “Are you from the Empire?” I asked.
      “The Islay, a private ship, not unlike your own, by way of the Saint Petersburg.”
      “Thank you for coming so quickly,” Captain Max said. “Your sister escorted us here from our transport, but you are apparently the keeper of the keys, so to speak.”
      I nodded. “I’ll get all your bio scans coded in so you can come and go as you please.”
      “Perfect,” Max said. “We’re just waiting for one more person. He slipped away to check out the party.”
      “Eager to mingle with the ladies,” Evgenia said with a laugh.
      “You judge me too harshly, Evy,” said a voice I recognized immediately. Soft and firm and infuriatingly calm.
      He rounded the corner, and my breath caught. I hadn’t imagined him at all. It was the boy whose heart I’d broken and for whom my heart still fluttered.
      It was Elliot.

Customer Reviews

The Stars We Steal 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
MargaretTheWordN3rd 5 months ago
Alexa Donne nails yet another SciFi retelling with her creative take on a well-beloved Jane Austen story. Two years ago, Princess Leonie Kolburg’s family convinced her that her childhood friend, Elliot, wasn’t a suitable match for fleet royalty like herself and she broke off their engagement. Now, her family is practically destitute and it’s up to her to catch a wealthy suitor to save her family from financial ruin. As courtship season jumps into full swing, who should return home but Elliot, now heir to a thriving whiskey business and ship of his own. But as the fleet starts to feel the pinch of a century spent in space, the return of her lost love might not be Leo’s biggest problem. The Stars We Steal absolutely delivers on its “Persuasion meets The Bachelor” premise. The cast of characters is equal parts endearing and frustrating, each of them a fresh take on a familiar Jane Austen archetype. The updates are clever, but not always quite what you expect and I appreciated the way Donne uses the futuristic setting to add more dimension to the characters, world, and plot. I loved Leo as a main character. She’s capable and brainy, but still feminine and I don’t think that we see enough of that. It’s always refreshing to see a protagonist being held back not by their own abilities, but by their circumstances. Leo had her own plans and did her best to pursue them, but she was also pragmatic enough to know that she couldn’t depend entirely on her own dreams. The conflict between Leo’s goals and her family’s needs was done well and created a believable tension throughout the entire novel. Speaking of tension, it has been a long time since I’ve read a book that did such a good job stretching romantic tension throughout the whole novel (a requirement of any Persuasion retelling). It’s obvious to the reader fairly early on that Leo and Elliot are still into each other and this could have been a cause of unnecessary frustration for Donne’s audience. However, there’s a perfect mix of circumstance and self-doubt that, when combined with their troubled history, makes Leo’s uncertainty and hesitation believable. While Leo’s story is the center of her world, it is not the center of the other characters’ worlds. Their story arcs do not revolve around hers and it leaves the reader feeling like these characters are actually active when we cannot see them. It’s a hard balance to strike between having characters independent of each other without overwhelming your protagonist’s story, but Donne manages to hit that balance. Every thread gets woven into the great plot and I was highly satisfied by those threads come together in the novel’s climax. Finally, I have to mention how well the spaceship setting enhanced the premise. Donne takes full advantage of the technological advances when creating her futuristic version of The Bachelor. However, the setting never overpowers the plot. You are left within an unmistakable sense of setting, but are never bogged down by details. Also, though humanity waits out an ice age in an orbit around Earth, there are still small things that are familiar. We might be in space, but the need for coffee is timeless. If you enjoy Jane Austen retellings, light science fiction settings, and romantic tension so powerful it turns the pages for you, I highly recommend you give The Stars We Steal a try. Also, if you are looking for more body positivity and diversity, this is an excellent book to pick up.
Anonymous 3 months ago
"The Stars We Steal" is an exciting examination of classism and the privilege that comes with it. Framed within a futuristic world where those that could afford it fled Earth to live on spaceships of varying luxury. Now, hundreds of years later, the royals bloodlines come together every five years to intermingle their children of marriageable age (16-21) to allow them to choose a spouse and ensure the continuation of their bloodlines without becoming incestuous. We follow unenthusiastic participant Leonie (Leo) as she suffers through the Valg season at the insistence of her father to find a wealthy husband to keep their aging ship in their possession and restore their lifestyle to its previous glamour. However, Leo has other ambitions: to patent and sell her water filtration invention to other ships and support her family with her own income. When her ex-fiance, Elliot, returns to participate in the Valg season her life is turned upside down watching the boy she still has feelings for flirt with the other eligible ladies. Leo is a wonderfully developed strong female lead in the truest sense. Her unfailing loyalty to her imperfect family and crumbling ship strike at the true heart of what it is to be the child acting as the adult and caregiver of a family in the wake of losing the heart of their family and their fortune with it. Despite Leo's feelings for Elliot, she holds fast to the need to care for her family and their financial future but without losing the humanity that would make her ruthless. Will Leo become the captain of The Scandinavian and make changes to the hierarchy of the classes? Will she win back the love she thought she had lost?
eleventhirteenpm 3 months ago
2.5 stars I had seen this pitched as “the bachelorette in space” and was intrigued, but it was the cover that sucked me in. I liked Leo? Yes, that is a question. She spends a good portion of the book complaining about royalty and titles, but doesn’t hesitate to use her “power” in the same way the people she’s complaining about do. I did like her tenacity. Her sister comes across as quite flighty and the big cast of secondary characters didn’t do a thing for me...including Elliott. Plot wise, it was meh. I instantly saw the retelling of Persuasion and will admit that most of the reason I kept reading was to get to The Letter. The majority of the story is dating and luxury with talks of the poor and disadvantaged sprinkled throughout. It doesn’t seem to be leading anywhere until the very last chapter and then everything is tied up nicely. Overall, it was a great idea, but the execution didn’t work for me. **Huge thanks to HMH for providing the arc free of charge**
MkMason 4 months ago
**Thank you to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, Netgalley, and Alexa Donne for a copy of this ebook in exchange for an honest review** I previously read Alexa Donne's debut novel, Brightly Burning and wasn't *super* thrilled with the book - but I loved the writing and when I see Bachelorette... coupled with SPACE... I know that's a book I 100% need to read, and it did NOT disappoint. Leo is the Princess of her ship in space - where these titles are still used to create a classist society, even when it's totally not necessary. The Valg is their way of creating marriages (that aren't with your cousins...) among the elite, rich, and/or titled young people. Leo is participating in The Valg to find a rich husband, because her family is in dire need of funds, not because she wants to. As the oldest child of a man who spends money faster than it could possibly come in, she needs to be the adult and keep their spaceship afloat. Enter, her ex-fiance Elliot whom her family made her break the engagement to because he didn't have money. Now? He is the sole heir to a prosperous whiskey ship and has plenty of money. Problem? He's seriously pissed at her... Ya'lllllll I loved this book. I read it all in one night because I could not put it down. Alexa Donne weaved so many elements together that you wouldn't expect to work together, but pulled it off perfectly. I'm a huge sucker for Bachelor style plots, but it's not JUST that. You have murder, intrigue, theft, Robin Hood-esque schemes, rebel groups, cyber attacks, AND wealthy extravagance from young people who have nothing better to do than be petty and make drama. Like, let's gooo! I am obsessed. Her writing worked so well with these elements and I found it SO much more enjoyable than her other classics spin in space. Currently starting a petition to re-write all the classics in a futuristic space society. Needs to happen. The Stars We Steal, Alexa Donne's second book, is a stand-alone space adaption of Persuasion by Jane Austen and will have you hooked from the first few pages. Leo is a strong character who is put in an untenable situation and trying to make the most of it. Pick it up if you enjoyed her first book, Brightly Burning, or are a fan of retellings and/or space!
PrivateLuvr 4 months ago
I was sooo excited when I saw that I received an arc of The Stars We Steal! I LOVED Brightly Burning and I just adore Alexa Donne’s writing, so I knew this book could do no wrong and I was right! This book is the Bachelor in space with a Jane Austen flare. As soon as I heard that pitch, I knew I would love it. It took me longer than anticipated to get through this novel, but that was purely because life got in the way! Once I picked it back up I could not put it down and I couldn’t stop thinking about it! Alexa crafts such well-rounded and compelling characters, I really felt like I knew each of them. (I love how her main characters’ dresses always have pockets!!!) I cannot wait to read more from Alexa Donne, she is so talented! She’s is definitely on my auto-buy list now!
Anonymous 4 months ago
Princess Leonie is the sensible one of her family (dad and sister), she's trying to earn them some extra money by hiring out their spaceship during the Valg season - when all the aristocrats of the fleet party and pair off. Her renters include Elliot, Leo's former fiance, and as well as having to try and work out how she's going to avoid being pushed into marrying for money, she also has to work out how to navigate that complicated relationship. It's a version of Persuasion, and it's quite fun. Persuasion is my favourite Austen novel, and this is nowhere near as good - but if you take the theoretical base out of the picture, it's enjoyable. Leo is a good main character, she's pleasingly sarcastic about the idea behind the Valg season and actually has some agency about her - even if she does have to be rescued by Elliot. Carina, her younger sister, is much less irritating than Elizabeth in Persuasion! Several of the other characters are appealing, Evgenia in particular, and even annoying cousin Klara is well drawn enough that she's more than her petty surface. If you want proper social commentary on the problems of listening to others and how women lack agency in society, then read Persuasion. The Stars We Steal doesn't cover that very well at all, but it's quite good fun and enjoyable, so ignore the claims for the plot basis and read it on its own merits.
marongm8 5 months ago
This book was received as an ARC from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Children's Book Group - HMH Books for Young Readers in exchange for an honest review. Opinions and thoughts expressed in this review are completely my own. When I first read this book, I thought I wasn't going to like it at first because I did not agree with Princess Leo's plan to find the most eligible bachelor that can help her get our of her financial distress and not for love or someone to spend the rest of her life with. But, as the story progressed, you feel for Princess Leo a little bit and get to know her at a personal level when Elliott returns in her life and her childhood memories resurface. They always say, your first love is the one you never forget. Even when you base your story on lies and not brave enough to let him know the truth. This is also a good example of how ALWAYS, the truth will set you free even if it is hard to say. We will consider adding this title to our YFiction collection at our library. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
Kristi_thebookfaery 5 months ago
The Stars We Steal is a love story set in the future and is based loosely on Jane Austin’s Persuasion. Instead of country estates and mansions, though, the wooing, heartache, and revenge takes place on space ships. Because Earth is uninhabitable due to an environmental disaster, each continent has their own ship. Princess Leo is heir to a bankrupt and somewhat decrepit ship, the Scandinavian, and the burden of marrying for wealth is falling on her. Enter her ex-fiancé, Elliot who has a bone to pick with Leo and isn’t afraid to take his revenge on her in some pretty despicable ways. Alexa Donne has taken the well-known story of Persuasion and given it a unique futuristic twist that is an enjoyable read for any fan of romance with a heavy dose of sci-fi. 3.5 ⭐⭐⭐'s rounded up to 4 A big thank you to NetGalley and Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Childrens Book Group for providing this book for my honest review.