The sufferer of a formative years kidnapping that made global headlines, Kate Hildebrand changed into already famous while she came to stay along with her grandfather, a former silent film star, in his Hollywood mansion. An aspiring astronomer, Kate expects a heat welcome from her grandfather, but as a substitute she walks in on a crime scene. As Kate acclimates to her new existence in 1938 Hollywood, a difficult job and a burgeoning romance, there’s also a killer to music down. A female ought to get blisters doing all that during heels!
Chasing Starlight is full of golden-age Hollywood glamour however spotlights the sweat and sacrifice that make it all happen. Teri Bailey Black juggles a couple of storylines with the identical efficiency Kate uses to land a gig as a production assistant. The misfits who lease rooms from Kate’s grandfather are awesome and mainly lovable. Black organically includes mentions of the Hays Code, which required strict ethical standards in movies in the course of this era, at the same time as exploring women’s roles in film and the industry’s records of persecution and blacklisting of communists. It all plays out as though on a film set, giving matters a delightfully meta kick.
The book’s disparate strands entwine in a end directly out of movie noir, whole with dashing roadsters, a complex switcheroo, a race to locate the killer and an past due reckoning with old own family trauma. When you spend your days creating things that aren’t real, it’s doubly important to locate the stable ground of truth under your feet.
Chasing Starlight reminds us that there are truths overhead inside the night time sky, too, and it lets both kinds shine. It’s a fast paced crime story that nods knowingly at cinematic tropes even because it employs them, and it tugs at the heartstrings simply the same.