Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels
- Age: 15 to 18
- Grade: 10 to 12
In a coma after being hit by a truck while riding his bike, thirteen-year-old Rion is stuck in Limbo—a vast and empty solar system of planets and stars somewhere between Heaven and the not so good Heaven. His twin sister Bellamie may be the only one who can rescue him, but to do that she has to learn the truth about The Accident. With the help of fellow schoolmate and psychic Adley, she also learns the truth about her own sexual identity.
About the author
NICOLE BEA is a short story author and novelist who primarily focuses on contemporary teen fiction. An avid storyteller since childhood, she has honed her skills through a variety of educational programs including management, sociology, legal studies, and cultural diversity in the workplace, most recently engaging in coursework about communication for technologists. In addition to writing for young adults, Nicole is also a technical writer for a global manufacturer of CPAP masks, machines, and other products that manage sleep-disordered breathing. When she isn't busy updating her manuscript portfolio or catching up on her To Be Read pile, Nicole can usually be found gardening, horseback riding, or pursuing her new hobby of learning to cook. She and her husband share their home in Eastern Canada with a collection of multi-colored cats and a lifetime's worth of books.
Excerpt: The Stars from Me to You (by (author) Nicole Bea)
“Bellamie?” Adley’s voice is tiny and sweet, like a candy from my old Grandma Patsy. I’ve never really looked at her very closely before, but her pale face and dark hair reminds me of Snow White from the old Disney movies. “I’m really sorry to hear about your brother. I wasn’t sure if I could help, so I did a tea leaf reading this morning and it told me you might need me.” Sticking my binder inside the messy locker space, I try my hardest to hide my bewilderment. How would Adley know anything about me needing help? My heart jumps a little in my chest, and I can’t tell why because I’ve never felt something like that before.
“A tea leaf reading? What even is that?” I ask, trying to be as polite as possible while simultaneously also trying to stop the amount I appear to have started sweating. I feel all hot inside, like there’s a fire in my belly, and my face must be red because my cheeks are tingly.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like," Adley replies gently, swapping her weight from one foot to the other. “I make tea. I drink it. I read the messages in the leaves.”