We Are All Made of Stars…
What if you had just one chance, one letter you could leave behind for the person you love?
What would you write?
Stella Carey has good reason to only work nights at the hospice where she is a nurse. Married to a war veteran who has returned from Afghanistan brutally injured, Stella leaves the house each night as her husband Vincent, locks himself away, unable to sleep due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
During her nights at the hospice, Stella writes letters for her patients containing their final wishes, thoughts and feelings – from how to use a washing machine, to advice on how to be a good parent – and usually she delivers each letter to the recipient after he or she has died.
That is until Stella writes one letter that she feels compelled to deliver in time to give her patient one final chance of redemption.
Every now and again a reader will come across a novel that makes so much sense in a way that is entirely all encompassing, ticking every box imaginable and making you literally mourn the end of sitting down and reading it each day.
The description for We Are All Made of Stars in no way does it justice. There are in fact three main characters that this story follows, each intertwined with the other by way of a subtle instance. Each of these characters will pull you in and their individual stories are of the kind that happen to everyday people, which is what makes this novel so extraordinary. It’s about life and love, the very core of being human. It’s about making mistakes and trying your hardest to set things right again. It’s about knowing when to give up and just let go.
It’s everything a good novel should be and it’s gone right to the top of my pile of all time favourites. It’s utterly beautiful and it made me cry, in a very ugly way, and laugh, very loud. This is the novel I want to give everyone as a gift. This is the novel I will give to my daughter when she is older. This is the novel that I went to a lot of trouble to buy in hardcover even though I had already read it from the library, but I wanted my own copy because I never want to forget it and I know I’m going to return to it. This is the novel that made me fall in love with a cat. And that’s saying something!
Now I’m aware I haven’t really told you all that much about the story. That’s because I want you to read it for yourself. It’s one in a million, trust me.