The Promise of Stardust: A Novel
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Priscille Sibley’s The Promise of Stardust is a haunting and unforgettable debut novel about life and death and love, set against a moral dilemma that may leave you questioning your own beliefs.
Matt Beaulieu has loved Elle McClure since he was two years old. Now married and expecting their first child, Elle suffers a fatal accident. To keep the baby alive, Matt goes against his wife’s wishes and keeps his wife on life support. But Matt’s mother thinks that Elle should be euthanized, and she’s ready to fight for what she believes is the right thing.
A stunning, compassionate examination of one of the most intricate ethical issues of our time, The Promise of Stardust, will stay with you, long after the last page has been read.
agreed with me that Elle would do this for the baby’s sake. Jake was staring at the judge, gawking really. “I have no further questions,” Jake said. The judge reached up under the sleeve of his robe and played with his cuff for a moment. “Dr. Cunningham, do you have questions for Dr. Beaulieu?” Even Adam looked a little shaken. “May I have a few minutes first, Your Honor?” “We’ll reconvene in ten minutes,” the judge said. We all stood as the judge swept out of the courtroom. I’d become
up again that way, which doesn’t mean I don’t want to explore using Pro-Life support, but I won’t blindside you, even if I think we could accomplish something incredibly important.” “You’re an asshole, you know that,” I said. “I’m your attorney, and you have to listen to me about this. We have to convince the judge about the kinds of decisions Elle would make on her own behalf. Her core beliefs are relevant. How she would feel about her unborn child is relevant. So how she felt about babies
And once, the condom came half off when I pulled out. It didn’t completely, so I thought we were safe. Christ. The door to the inner office opened and a woman in a lab coat beckoned me inside. Elle sat in one of those creepy hospital gowns on a table with stirrups. At least she didn’t have her feet in them. Her head hung low, and she didn’t meet my gaze. “Do you want to tell Matt, or do you want me to?” the doctor asked. Elle bit her lip and stared at her hands, which she had knitted together
wanted to leave NASA. You keep saying that I don’t understand. The fact is you don’t,” I said. “You evidently have very little respect for Elle’s independence. She didn’t need to be led. I couldn’t have led her anywhere. We were going in the same direction. We wanted the same things. Elle wanted children, maybe more than I did. Elle wasn’t an egocentric megalomaniac. Did she make sacrifices? Yeah. And that was her choice.” His face filled with so much contempt he looked like he might spit. “Keep
be at peace. She didn’t want to live this way. And then I could lie down and die—whatever that took, pills, a gun, stepping in front of a train. Our families could bury us together. And even if there was no heaven and no hell, there wouldn’t be this agony of missing her. God. How could a benevolent God allow this to happen to my beautiful wife? It had only been three weeks. I could never survive three months or three years. I couldn’t survive without her in the world. I couldn’t. But there was