Your Eyes in Starsby M. E. Kerr
Jessie Myrer is the daughter of the prison warden in Cayuta County, where there are few foreigners and even fewer Jews. Jessie’s/b>
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Set during the Depression, this haunting historical novel by M. E. Kerr follows two teenage girls—one German, the other American—whose friendship plays out against the quickly shifting political world stage
Jessie Myrer is the daughter of the prison warden in Cayuta County, where there are few foreigners and even fewer Jews. Jessie’s provincial views change when she meets her new across-the-street neighbor. At fifteen, sophisticated, German-born Elisa Stadler is a year older than Jessie. The girls would seem to have little in common, yet they soon become the best of friends. Then one night, they hear the music of the prison band’s spellbinding solo bugler.
Convicted murderer and gifted musician Slater Carr is the newest arrival at Cayuta Prison. Jessie and Elisa become obsessed with Slater, who to Jessie is like a local John Dillinger—and who was an unwitting part of a botched robbery in which two people were killed. When a daring escape culminates in murder, Elisa’s family moves back to Germany, where Hitler is rising to power. Years later, Jessie makes a shocking discovery about her long-lost friend.
Your Eyes in Stars is a stunning novel about friendship, prejudice, assimilation, and the end of innocence.
This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Marijane Meaker including rare images from the author’s collection.
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Your Eyes in Stars
By M. Kerr
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006 M. Kerr
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I didn't believe anyone was actually afraid of the prison. When kids were little, along with spankings, they'd get warnings they were going to end up there if they didn't behave. But nobody in town really feared the place. That's what I thought.
You saw the prison before you saw the town. It looked like a fort sprawled across eighteen acres on Retribution Hill. It was a small city itself, surrounded by a wall thirty feet high and ringed by guards in sentry boxes at the top. They were ready with high-powered rifles. But after my father became warden, townspeople commented that it seemed more like a prep school than a penitentiary. The black-and-white striped uniforms were changed to light-blue ones. The prison band named The Blues became famous in Cayuta County, often appearing in public at Joyland Park in Cayuta or during local parades down Main Street. More and more people didn't say the prison; it began to be called The Hill.
All the other kids who had fathers or mothers working at the prison went four years to Cayuta High West and took courses like Shop and Motor Repair, Typing and Shorthand. At Cayuta High East, where my brother and I were sent, we learned Latin and geometry, French and English composition. After High West you got a job; after High East you went to college.
Three years before, when we first arrived in Cayuta from Elmira Reformatory, my mother reigned over the wives of guards and groundskeepers like a queen. It took her a while to realize this town was different. Prison people weren't high-class. In this town she wasn't royalty of any kind in the eyes of the community. She was nothing, though she herself had said sometimes she felt like "next to nothing," never missing an opportunity to take a step up.
My dad was not a golfer, and he wasn't a sailor, so we Myrers weren't members of the country club or the yacht club. Oh, that wasn't the only reason we weren't. Both my brother and I realized that, and so did my mother. If my father was aware of it, it didn't faze him.
At High East, my brother, Seth, had no problem getting along since he had a build for both basketball and football. He also had a fan, one of those kids who trailed after him and was the only other person in town besides my mother who cut out of the newspapers all the write-ups about him on the sports page of The Cayuta Advertizer. His name was Richard Nolan, and he was my buddy too. We hung out at lunch, eating our sandwiches in the parking lot or on cold days on the stairs near the gym.
Sometimes when Richard was sick or had to go to the orthodontist in nearby Syracuse, New York, I'd walk down Retribution Hill and eat lunch at home.
I'd tell him, "Mother thinks I won't eat in the cafeteria because the Chi Pis snub me." I called those sorority girls the Cowpies.
"Tell her you're just not gregarious. That's a good word, gregarious."
Richard could always tell you what you were or weren't; he prided himself on being a wordsmith.
Rumor had it that J. J. Joy, president of Chi Theta Pi, had called me "tacky" and fought for a 100-percent blackball of me. She'd said I should have gone to High West with others like me.
Richard blamed her blackball of me on her father's rule that she could not date until she was seventeen.
"It's made her bitter and mean," he said.
Over and over Richard and I would moan to each other: "What's to become of us?" Richard wanted to be a writer, which his father said was "a limpwrist ambition." Seth said limpwrist meant "effeminate," and Richard should ask his father how effeminate he thought Rudyard Kipling was or Jack London. . . . Still, I didn't have a clue what would become of me. Maybe I would end up living with my parents like Marlene Hellman, and everyone talked about it. Everyone called her Mayonnaise and said she would always be a child, even though she worked at the telephone company and was a champion bridge player.
I had just finished writing in my diary: "Suicide would be the answer if it wasn't so hard and painful to do." I didn't really mean it. I hadn't even figured out a way to do it. But it gave me a certain satisfaction to record the thought. Diaries aren't meant for good tidings.
That was the day and the very moment when everything about my boring life would change. This was when my mother called up to me, "Jess? Our neighbor Elisa Stadler is on her way up to your room."
The emphasis was on the last name, Stadler. It was a new name to my mother, and already the sound of it was filled with awe and portent.
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Meet the Author
M. E. Kerr was born Marijane Meaker in Auburn, New York. Her interest in writing began with her father, who loved to read, and her mother, who loved to tell stories of neighborhood gossip. Unable to find an agent to represent her work, Meaker became her own agent, and wrote articles and books under a series of pseudonyms: Vin Packer, Ann Aldrich, Laura Winston, M. E. Kerr, and Mary James. As M. E. Kerr, Meaker has produced over twenty novels for young adults and won multiple awards, including the Margaret A. Edwards Award for her lifetime contribution to young adult literature.
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I didn't think I would like it as much as I did, let alone like it at all. I was really impressed and finished it almost as soon as I started it. I really loved the plot, there was never a dull moment and some of the quotes in this book were awesome too. The ending was such a shocker but a good, beautiful one at that. My favorite would be the bit about the Eiffel Tower being on a slant and how that's how life is. Fantastic book! Should get more attention than it actually has.
Adrianna Franklin 1/10/08 M. E. Kerr is a genius, audiences across the world are raving over Your Eyes in Stars. The underlining conflict was based on the problems the great depression caused, through the eyes of two girls. This is why the prison is such a big part in the story because there¿s a lot of crime being committed. Teenage girl will be glued to this book. This book isn¿t filled with adventures, so boys probably wouldn¿t be interested. Also, because it¿s from a woman perspective. Two different girls from two very different worlds come together, and become best friend, which will take a turn for the worse. When Jessica Myrer ( the narrator of the story) begins to make up things to impress her best friend, Elisa Stadler. Jessica lies will eventually catch up with her, and as a result her life and her friends and family lives will began to unfold.