Over the next week, Ben read all the books about stars his mom had found for him, and then convinced her to let him paint his room black. At the general store in town, he bought an armful of glow-in-the-dark stars and covered the walls and ceiling of his room with them. He put the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, and the North Star directly over his bed.
It was a book. But it wasn’t like any book I had ever seen before. It was such a dark, dark blue that it looked almost black, like the sky at night. It had gold stars and moons along the back edge, and twisting silver designs on the front and back that looked like writing from a long time ago.
Knights of the Kitchen Table
*** I like to use asterisks because they remind me of stars. ***
The Incredible Magic of Being
“Never doubt your starry aim, Emma Pearl Casey.”
The Key to Extraordinary
Her magic doors took many different forms, but the way to the roost was always the same: a small yellow door with a black latch and matching hinges in the shape of stars.
The Door to the Lost
Cat found, to his dismay, that he was holding a large striped cat by the tail. He had its head tucked under his chin, and he was sawing at its back with the violin bow.
Diana Wynne Jones