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Cage of Stars

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by Jacquelyn Mitchard

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12-year-old Veronica Swan's idyllic life in a close-knit Mormon community is shattered when her two younger sisters are brutally murdered. Although her parents find the strength to forgive the deranged killer, Scott Early, Veronica cannot do the same. Years later, she sets out alone to avenge her sisters' deaths, dropping her identity and severing ties in the


12-year-old Veronica Swan's idyllic life in a close-knit Mormon community is shattered when her two younger sisters are brutally murdered. Although her parents find the strength to forgive the deranged killer, Scott Early, Veronica cannot do the same. Years later, she sets out alone to avenge her sisters' deaths, dropping her identity and severing ties in the process. As she closes in on Early, Veronica will discover the true meaning of sin and compassion, before she makes a decision that will change her and her family's lives forever.

Editorial Reviews

Catherine Ryan Hyde
Cage of Stars has everything good fiction needs: ably crafted characters, a taut sense of suspense and a lot to say about a world of tough emotional choices.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
A young Mormon girl finds herself torn between retribution and forgiveness in The Deep End of the Ocean author Mitchard's latest. Twelve-year-old Veronica "Ronnie" Swan witnesses the murder of her two sisters in her family's yard in tiny Cedar City, Utah. Murderer Scott Early is immediately apprehended, but is diagnosed with schizophrenia and ends up spending just three years in a state mental hospital. The rest of Ronnie's family turns to their faith to forgive Early, visiting him just before his release after a battery of drugs have restored him to normalcy. But Ronnie remains angry and haunted by her inability to save her sisters from him, and as she comes of age she tracks Early to San Diego, becomes an EMT, talks his wife into hiring her as a nanny for their infant daughter, and starts planning her vengeance. But as Early's life comes into focus, Ronnie's plan leads to an unexpected, if overly summative, climax. Ronnie progresses from a stock girl-next-door type to a young woman with considerable emotional depth, and Mitchard understatedly portrays her attempts to navigate romance and other interactions as a Mormon raised very "of the Church." The results are sweet and solid. (May 1) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal

The book opens with the terrible slaughter of two young sisters by a psychopathic killer in a rural Mormon community in Utah. The killer strikes while older sister Veronica (Ronny) is playing hide-and seek with the girls. Told from Ronny's point of view, the story describes the next months and years of a family consumed by grief. Eventually, Ronny's very devout parents are able to forgive the killer, who was sentenced to a few years in a treatment facility and released to return to a normal life with a wife and baby of his own while he studies to become a librarian. Ronny, on the other hand, is consumed by vengeance. Obsessed with destroying the killer and his family, she insinuates herself into the position of nanny to the killer's baby. There are a number of twists and some big coincidences as the story continues. It feels as if the author is reaching for an ending that is just a little too contrived, and it ultimately detracts from the first half of the work. Still, narrator Hope Davis has a beautifully clear voice and captures the strong emotions with compelling drama. Mitchard is an enormously popular author, and Cage of Stars, like her earlier novels, is sure to be in demand in public libraries.
—Barbara Valle

Kirkus Reviews
Mormon teen's sisters meet grisly deaths, resulting in a slow slog over the much-trod territory of post-traumatic stress. Mitchard (The Breakdown Lane, 2005, etc.) is defter with melodrama that admits some farce, an element sorely lacking in this glacially paced chronicle of slaughter's aftermath. Twelve-year-old Veronica (Ronnie) Swan is playfully hiding from her sisters in a shed near the Swan family's Utah home. She emerges to carnage: Scott Early, a pharmacy student on a psychotic rampage, has murdered her sisters with her father's weeding scythe, in what the media will call the Grim Reaper slayings. The Swans are victimized again when Early's diagnosis of schizophrenia means he is incompetent to stand trial. Instead, he is committed for four years-a lenient sentence, but a convenient one, plot-wise. The author offers an interminable depiction of the depressing numbness of the Swans' days (Papa goes for long walks at night, Mama takes to her bed). Eventually the parents decide that forgiving Early is the only way the family can find release, but Ronnie refuses to participate in the therapeutic meeting with Early and his wife, Kelly. The moribund drama almost revives when Ronnie, 16, decamps for California, ostensibly to train as a paramedic and raise funds for college and medical school. Early, now medicated and released, is living with Kelly in San Diego, and Ronnie contrives to become, under assumed name and hairdo, nanny to their infant, Juliet. While saving lives as an apprentice EMT, Ronnie has vague plans to avenge her sisters' deaths or rescue adorable Juliet by kidnapping her. But Mitchard pulls back before things can get remotely nefarious. Instead, there's-you guessedit-peace and reconciliation. The Mormon aspect adds no resonance. The Swans might as well be Lutherans, like Early. Thinly conceived and timidly executed.

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Cage of Stars

By Jacquelyn Mitchard

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 Jacquelyn Mitchard
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ISBN: 0-446-57875-4

Chapter One

At the moment when Scott Early killed Becky and Ruthie, I was hiding in the shed.

It wasn't because I was afraid. I wasn't afraid to die then, and I'm not afraid now. It was because we were playing hide-and-seek. My little sisters always started begging me the minute my parents left me to baby-sit. "Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie!" they would tease me, pulling on my shirt while I tried to straighten up the kitchen, "Betcha we can find you this time. Betcha on our chores!" And I would always give in, warning them that if they didn't find me, they were going to spend two hours, until Mama got back, picking up every crayon and every sticker book in their room.

"This time I'm not kidding, Thing One and Thing Two," I told them that day. "I'm not going in there right before Mama gets home and pull all your clean clothes and markers out from under your bed."

"I promise, slalomly," Becky said. I had to laugh. Her teeth were purple from the berries she'd eaten for breakfast. Becky was as thin and fast as a minnow in a creek and seemed to live practically on air. Ruthie was as round and "slalom" as a little koala bear. Her favorite thing was to eat cookie dough right from the bowl.

They wanted to play outside, because it was a really warm, sunny day for November, not that it'sever too cold at the edge of what's practically the Mojave Desert. The purples and yellows and reds of the changing trees that day were as flashy as a marching band.

And so, an hour later, I was crouched down in the shed, behind a big sack of potting soil and a crate of clay, hoping a spider didn't pick that time to crawl up my back. I couldn't see my little sisters. But I imagined that they were leaning against the picnic table, where we ate our supper almost every summer night when the bugs weren't bad - our own tomatoes and sweet corn, sometimes with tacos and black beans - listening to the birds making their go-to-sleep sounds. Becky and Ruthie most likely had their little hands over their eyes, counting fast so that they could yell out, "Ready or not, here I come!" Ruthie would call first, I knew. She always did, and Becky always shushed her, saying there was no way she could have gotten to a hundred yet because she, Becky, was older and she hadn't got up to fifty. I know they didn't peek, because I'd told them peeking wasn't fair, and that I wouldn't play unless they played fair.

That day, though, they never made a sound.

I figured they were counting to a hundred silently, because whenever we played hide-and-seek, Becky would count straight up as fast as she could, and Ruthie, who was only four, would say out loud, "One, two, three, four, eight, fourteen, fifteen, ten." Becky would get so confused she'd have to start all over again.

But five minutes went by, and still, they never made a sound. When it got to be a long time, I opened the door.

And I saw my sisters, lying there like little white dolls in great dark pools of paint. I saw Scott Early, a young man with short blond hair, sitting on the picnic table, wearing only his underwear, sobbing as if they were his little sisters, as if a terrible monster had come along and done this. Which was sort of what he did think, though I didn't know that then.

It was a good thing, a doctor later said to my mother, that Becky and Ruthie didn't cry out. It meant that they died quickly. They barely felt a thing. They must never have heard Scott Early come walking barefoot across our lawn. The merciful Father shielded them from fear. Being cut across the carotid artery is a very quick way to die. I knew that, even then, from biology. But it's not over in an instant, and I prayed for months that Becky and Ruthie never had time to wonder why I wasn't there to help them. For I was always there to help them.

Though I was only twelve-almost-thirteen, Mama could trust me to look after the little girls alone, even if she had to be out in the part of the shed that was her "studio" or at the galleries, as far away as St. George, for hours at a time.

"You are as responsible as any mother, Ronnie," Mama quietly told me one night, after the time Becky's hand got burned. Becky had been impatient that morning for her "cheesy eggs," and reached up to see if they were finished while I was cooking. She burned her hand on the pan. Mama said I had "presence of mind" because I didn't start to cry or panic when Becky screamed. I didn't try to put butter on the burn, which my own grandma would have done, because that would have made it worse. From the firstaid section of health class Mama taught me, I remembered that a burn had to be cooled down with water right away or the heat inside would keep right on burning the skin and the damage would go deeper. I put Becky's hand under the cold-water tap for five minutes and wrapped ice in a thick towel and taped it down around her hand. Then I ran, pulling Becky and Ruthie in the wooden wagon, down to our nearest neighbor, Mrs. Emory, who drove us to Pine Mountains Clinic ten miles away, between our house and Cedar City. At the clinic, the doctor, a young woman, placed a net shield and gauze under a bandage on Becky's palm. The doctor spoke so gently to Becky that I suppose it was then that I first thought I would become a doctor one day myself. I wondered if the incident meant I was called to it.

Becky had just a tiny scar on one finger after her hand healed. Our pediatrician, Dr. Pratt, said he wouldn't have done one thing different himself, except to drive her to a hospital. But there wasn't a real hospital within fifty miles of where we lived at the foot of a pine-covered ridge. Where we lived wasn't even really a town. It was a sort of settlement, for people like my father, who always said he liked his "elbow room."

And so, on the day they died, unless paramedics could have arrived at our house within minutes; and everyone knew that was impossible, or unless there was a doctor already at our house; and I was just a child, and Mr. Sissinelli, our neighbor, who was a doctor, was at his hospital, no one could have saved my sisters.

I must not feel guilty, Mama and Papa told me over and over, in the days afterward, although I could see in their eyes and hear in their voices that they felt exactly that way themselves. I was not to feel guilty for being unable to call for help until it was too late, or for being unable to get Papa's gun because he was out hunting for quail, they said. By the time I opened the door on the sight that would change me for the rest of my life, it was already too late.

When the police asked questions about why we weren't supervised, my parents spoke up. They defended me and their choice of leaving me to watch my sisters, telling the officers what a responsible girl I was. I had done just what I should have done. I had been brave. They said that not even a parent could have suspected that Scott Early would even find such a remote place, much less grab the weeding scythe Papa had left leaning against the barn and use it like the sword of an avenging angel, striking a death blow in seconds.

I listened and I nodded, but I didn't really believe them. I didn't want to cause Papa, and especially Mama, any more pain, but no one could say I wasn't guilty. My cousins, and my best friends, Clare and Emma, and even goofy boys like Finn and Miko, said the same thing. But it didn't matter. Even after the panic was gone, and the worst of the agony, the guilt was always there. It could never be turned off. The guilt was like using a plain magnifying glass to focus a beam of sunlight, bringing all that heat together, turning something soft and bright into something that could hurt. Even love couldn't dim it. It was the guilt that made my anger like a burn that no one ever ran under cold water; and so it kept burning and burning down to my bones. And as time went by, and other peoples' cooled down, mine did not. It got hotter, and became a part of me, and it didn't heal until long after. Even now, I think the scars must still be there.


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Meet the Author

JACQUELYN MITCHARD lives in Massachusetts.

Brief Biography

Madison, Wisconsin
Place of Birth:
Chicago, Illinois
B.A. in English, Rockford College, 1973

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Guest More than 1 year ago
From the moment I opened this book, I didn't want to put it down.. Although it was exceptionally sad in places, it was a work of determination and desire for a young girl to finally come to grips with a very unhappy time. May Ronnie Swan be an inspiration to us all that good can come from evil.
channing10 More than 1 year ago
I really like it and it really help me with my project. Love this books!
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Gripping from page one.  Truly a powerful work.  The LDS references did not bother me--the point being that one's faith can compel forgiveness and, potentially, bring a peace that others may not understand.
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MyImaginationWorksTooWell More than 1 year ago
So far, this book has been an amazing read! I'm taking it slow as to savor every detail of it! The plot is a heavily scarred idea featuring the murders of Veronica Swan's two younger sisters. I know that many others will feel an odd, yet deep, connection with this book, based on the fact that it's raw and painfully real. Jacquelyn Mitchard does a fantastic job of capturing each and every one of Ronnie's emotions. In an instant, readers feel exactly as Ronnie does, sometimes down to the fluttering heart. With this in mind, mentally prepare yourselves for a captivating experience only to be endured in Cage of Stars.
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Quintal More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book, sometimes getting lost in admiring the construction of it. I did find the constant and, in many cases, unnecessary reference to LDS annoying. I expected to come across a parenthetical (for more information, contact). There is a need to really suspend disbelief when Ronnie goes on her odyssey because of her age and her relatively sheltered life. It reminded me of the even more unbelievable Tenth Circle of Picoult's. But, that's fiction. Time must be compressed to keep the story moving. Overall, a good book with well drawn, sympathetic characters.
RuthMG More than 1 year ago
In the novel, Cage of Stars, Veronica "Ronnie" Swan's two younger sisters are murdered. The Swans were a happy Mormon family living in Utah when the traumatizing incident occurred. Jacquelyn Mitchard describes Ronnie's journey through despair, anger, hatred love, revenge, and forgiveness. Ronnie spends the few years following her sisters' deaths cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the new baby born just weeks after the "incident." Ronnie's parents, during this time, go on an emotional journey and eventually forgive Scott Early, the murderer. Ronnie cannot bring herself to forgive him, and sets out to seek revenge. When Ronnie finds Scott, his life revolves around his wife and new baby daughter. Ronnie takes a job as a nanny for Scott's daughter, under a false name, eventually planning to take from Scott what he took from her. Cage of Stars is a first person account of this tragedy. Mitchard used fantastic stylistic techniques that will pull you into the thrilling story, and will make you feel as you never have before.
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vivico1 More than 1 year ago
Engaging story about a 14 year old LDS girl, whose life is torn apart by the murder of her two younger sisters. How does she cope, given her young teen years and her religious background. Will keep you wondering to then end,what she is going to do when the killer is released. Very well written by a non-Mormon. The small incorrect pieces of LDS life will not distract from the story. A kind of coming of age story that is based in tragedy, great for anyone wanting a dramatic read, teens through any age.
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SherC More than 1 year ago
Great character and her conflicted feelings in this story touch your heart. You live through each moment and it makes you wonder how you would react in a similar situation. Forgiveness???...A true test of one's character.
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Wisteria14 More than 1 year ago
I had a hard time getting into the book and found myself going through the motions of reading more then once but am so glad I fought the urge to not finish. Her writing style is easy to read, but also easy to space out on. However, the surprise ending was pleasant and I was really glad I stuck with it since it ended in a way that made the whole story more interesting to me.
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