Rosa by Starlight

by Hilary McKay, Matt Rockefeller (Illustrator)

Overview

“Beautiful, captivating, such a joy to read I didn’t want it to end!” —Sophie Anderson, bestselling author of The House with Chicken Legs

From award-winning author Hilary McKay comes a “delightful” (School Library Journal) illustrated middle grade novel in the spirit of Matilda about a lonely orphan who dreams of escaping her ghastly aunt and uncle.

Rosa has always believed there is magic in the world. Or at least, she hopes there is. She lost her parents when she was four, and her aunt and uncle moved into her home not long after, transforming it from a messy place of love and warmth to a cold world of business. Their approach to family is as phony as the plastic grass they sell, keeping Rosa at arm’s length and tucking her in at night by locking her in her room.

Now eleven, Rosa’s loneliness threatens to overwhelm her. Her only solace is the magic she sees around her, particularly in a cat named Balthazar who comes to—and through—her window. When all the teachers at her school win the lottery and quit their jobs, Rosa’s aunt and uncle seize the opportunity to put an evil plan into action. They whisk Rosa away to Venice, intending to abandon her there. Luckily for Rosa, there are cats in Venice—and a laughing boy in a gondola and a family making sure she is fed.

In Rosa’s darkest hour, can the magic she’s never lost faith in save the day?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781665958127
Publisher:	Margaret K. McElderry Books
Publication date:	09/10/2024
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	160
File size:	27 MB
Note:	This product may take a few minutes to download.
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Hilary McKay is the award-winning author of The Time of Green Magic (which received five starred reviews), The Skylarks’ War (which was a Boston Globe Best Book and received three starred reviews), Binny Bewitched (which was a Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year and received two starred reviews), Binny in Secret (which received three starred reviews), Binny for Short (which received four starred reviews), and six novels about the Casson family: Saffy’s Angel, Indigo’s Star, Permanent Rose, Caddy Ever After, Forever Rose, and Caddy’s World. She is also the author of The Swallows’ Flight, Rosa by Starlight, and Wishing for Tomorrow, the sequel to Frances Hodgson Burnett’s A Little Princess. Hilary lives with her family in Derbyshire, England. Visit her at HilaryMcKay.co.uk.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One: Rosa and Balthazar

CHAPTER ONE Rosa and Balthazar
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a world where she hoped there was magic. She was eleven years old, and her name was Rosa. Rosa-in-the-garden, her father used to call her, because that was where she liked to be best, but her real name was Rosa Mundi.

At least, she believed it was Rosa Mundi.

Rosa was sure that was how she’d learned to write her name, in the days when she’d never needed to think about magic, in the time before the accident that had taken her parents away.

Rosa had been not quite four.

For a week or so after the accident, Rosa had been cared for by a series of helpful, worried neighbors. They took it in turns to visit, and they worked very hard, brushing Rosa’s hair, making her pancakes, folding her pajamas, and telling her comforting stories about heaven, which was where they explained that her parents had gone. But as the days went on, the neighbors became slightly less helpful and much more worried. They were all quite elderly, and the hair-brushing and pancakes and pajamas and stories were becoming too much. Especially the stories. Due to Rosa’s constant demands for more heavenly information, her parents had now been given their own little house (on a cloud), several pets (but definitely not another little girl), and detachable wings of all different colors, like butterflies.

“What else, what else?” asked Rosa desperately, because, despite her shining hair and the pancakes and the neatness of her pajamas, she was extraordinarily unhappy.

The kind, tired neighbors sighed. Their imaginations had completely run out, and they couldn’t think what else. Their worried murmurings at changeover times grew more and more urgent. “This can’t go on,” Rosa overheard, and “Are we still searching?” and, whispered very secretly, one chilly, lonely evening, “The... er... orphanage hunt, any news?”

“Nobody,” Rosa remembered afterward, “nobody knew what to do with me. Until the doorbell rang.”

It was all so long ago that, although Rosa knew her parents’ accident had happened, she could hardly recall that time. She’d been told about the worried and helpful neighbors who had so kindly taken care of her, but she couldn’t clearly remember them, either.

The doorbell was different.

Even now, eight years later, Rosa could still remember the moment the doorbell rang.

The neighbor who had been putting her to bed had gone hurrying down the stairs. The door had been pulled open. There’d been a murmur of voices, and then she’d heard the neighbor exclaiming, “Oh, how wonderful!” and clapping her hands in delight.

“The best possible news for Rosa!” Rosa heard next, and with that she’d tumbled out of bed and rushed to the top of the stairs, completely expecting to see her parents back from heaven.

What Rosa saw instead was a very large unknown man, smiling like a walrus, and a very tall unknown woman beaming like a lamppost, and luggage piled all around them on the doorstep. Behind them, the first stars were staring down from the evening sky. Rosa looked from the stars to the man and woman and then back to the shocked and glittering universe, and she felt terribly alarmed.

“Rosa!” the neighbor exclaimed, spotting her. “Here are your long-lost aunt and uncle come to look after you! What do you think of that?”

But Rosa was already vanishing backward along the landing, into her bedroom, and under her bed.

Under her bed was where they found her the next morning.

Rosa’s aunt and uncle pulled Rosa out, dusted her down, and gave her orange juice, cereal, and toast with thin red jam. Almost as soon as breakfast was over, all the kind neighbors who had helped take care of her visited to say how lucky Rosa was. She could stay in her own lovely home. Also, children were very resilient, and Rosa would soon forget.

“I don’t want to forget,” said Rosa, who was having a morning of tantrums, but they said soothingly, “We understand, Rosa,” and, “Now you have a family again, Rosa.”

“And no... er... orphanage after all,” they said.

Lunch that first day was tomato soup, and afterward, a walk to the park. Rosa fell asleep at the top of the slide because her night had not been restful. She was woken up almost immediately, marched home, and sent for a bath, all by herself, aged not quite four. She managed this with some difficulty: the puzzle of the plug, the coldness of the water, and the struggle to get out of her T-shirt. Forcing the toothpaste to squeeze from the tube was beyond her, and she forgot about soap, but she made it back to her room at last, crawled into bed, and shut her eyes for one moment only. When she opened them again, the room was filled with the silvery-grayish light that comes just before dawn.

And a large black cat was sitting outside on the windowsill.

Next, something happened that she could only remember afterward as a dream is remembered: in a few random images, like a scattering of pieces from a jigsaw puzzle.

Just as Rosa sat up, the cat raised a heavy paw and pressed it on the glass of the window. The glass didn’t break, or even crack, but instead, opened into a cat-shaped space, with ears and whiskers and a wavy tail.

The space filled with the blackness of deep fur. Eyes as yellow as sherbet lemons gazed into Rosa’s so intently that she blinked. Next came a heavy thump, and the cat arrived on her bed. Rosa’s mouth fell open with surprise, and now she was trembling all over, not with fear but with an astonished joy.

“The name’s Balthazar,” said the cat, dropping something onto the quilt, “and there’s more where that came from.”

His voice was husky and deep and rolling, like the beginning of a purr. He looked down at the thing he’d dropped, and Rosa looked too and saw it was a pink, fish-shaped biscuit.

“Thank you,” said Rosa. “Thank you, B-B-Balthazar,” and she picked up the biscuit and gave it a very small nibble. The cat looped his tail around his haunches, tucked his paws under his chest, and settled down to watch her, looking tremendously pleased with himself.

Rosa ate her biscuit in miniature bites, partly because she wanted this unexpected visit to last as long as possible and partly because the biscuit tasted terrible. She wondered if she would be allowed to stroke Balthazar and managed to ask, “Please can I touch you?” and was delighted when he lowered his head and allowed her to stroke very carefully between his ears.

This lasted until Rosa accidentally tickled instead of stroked. Then Balthazar shook his head, stalked to the end of the bed, turned back to give Rosa a forgiving wink, and leapt for the windowsill. In a moment he was gone, leaving nothing behind him but the cat-shaped space in the glass: ears, whiskers, and a waving tail.

Rosa rushed to the window, but she was too late. The glass was whole again, and there was no Balthazar to be seen. It was still very early, and very chilly, and after a while she crept back into bed. There she quickly fell asleep, but the first thought that came to her when she woke again was, Magic happened.

She was extraordinarily comforted and pleased.

Editorial Reviews

A star-filled story of courage, belonging and the particular magic of feline friends. A treasure of a tale, beautifully told.

NYT bestselling author of the Skandar series A.F. Steadman

Eleven-year-old Rosa was not quite four years old when three things happened: her parents died, an unknown aunt and uncle came to take care of her, and she experienced magic when a cat named Balthazar visited her room the night after her aunt and uncle showed up. Rosa’s new family dampens her spirit but her love of fairy tales and belief in magic persist. An unexpected trip to Venice leaves Rosa feeling more alone than ever until the city’s cats come to her aid. Rosa finds herself in a “velvet sea of cats” as they help her find her way home—a true home. This whimsical book is full of magic and humor. McKay’s writing is lush with descriptive language and clever wordplay. Pigeons haven’t flown away, they’ve flung themselves into the sky. A plane hasn’t hit turbulence, it “quite suddenly...dropped out of the sky and fell down a flight of invisible giant stairs.” Adding to the whimsy are superb illustrations by Rockefeller. His drawings reflect the mood of the scene with easily interpreted facial expressions. VERDICT A delightful story, this would be a great read-aloud and a possible segue to Lemony Snicket’s “A Series of Unfortunate Events” books.

7/1/24 - School Library Journal

"A wistful, comforting treasure of a story destined to become a classic."

Emma Carroll

Rosa’s world has become very small since her parents passed. An unfamiliar aunt and uncle come to claim her and the family house, but the uncaring grownups are interested only in monetary success and keeping their life as tidy and uncomplicated as possible. Rosa’s presence is, of course, a massive complication in their eyes, and they disapprove of the lovely girl’s general existence. Despite her increasingly dire circumstances, Rosa’s belief in magic never wavers—a conviction formed by a seemingly impossible encounter with a neighboring cat. An initially disastrous trip to Venice turns into a madcap (and slightly murderous) adventure, and Rosa combines magic and mettle to take the reins of her extraordinary life. The wonderfully quirky tale has shades of Matilda, particularly in the outrageously villainous relatives, but the feline focus and Italian excursion give it a fantastic flavor all its own. The story’s shorter length, quick pacing, and sweet illustrations will easily appeal to younger readers, as will the whimsical peculiarities of Rosa’s world. An incredibly creative case for doing things scared and on one’s own terms.

7/1/24 - Booklist

Hilary McKay's Rosa by Starlight is a glittering, magical little jewel of a book—the rare sort of tale that reminds me why I love stories so very much. This is a book for bedtime and for storytime and for sitting in the shade of an apple tree on a warm day. Highly recommended for readers of all ages—young readers and grownups alike will be enchanted by Rosa and her adventures and her enormous heart. I was.

Lora Senf

"Even in the darkest of times, there are cats and magic and starlight! This is a book to be treasured; I loved it."

Lucy Strange