For all of her 16 years, Terra has lived on a city within a spaceship that left Earth 500 years ago seeking refuge.

For all of her sixteen years, Terra has lived on a city within a spaceship that left Earth five hundred years ago seeking refuge, but as they finally approach the chosen planet, she is drawn into a secret rebellion that could change the fate of her people.

Starglass

Welcome to Hungry Hearts Row, where the answers to most of life’s hard questions are kneaded, rolled, baked. Where a typical greeting is, “Have you had anything to eat?” Where magic and food and love are sometimes one in the same.

“A briliant multicultual collection that reminds readers that stories about food are rarely just about the food alone.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review) A stunning collection of short stories about the intersection of family, culture, and food in the lives in teens, from bestselling and critically acclaimed authors, including Sandhya Menon, Anna-Marie McLemore, and Rin Chupeco. A shy teenager attempts to express how she really feels through the pastries she makes at her family’s pasteleria. A tourist from Montenegro desperately seeks a magic soup dumpling that can cure his fear of death. An aspiring chef realizes that butter and soul are the key ingredients to win a cooking competition that could win him the money to save his mother’s life. Welcome to Hungry Hearts Row, where the answers to most of life’s hard questions are kneaded, rolled, baked. Where a typical greeting is, “Have you had anything to eat?” Where magic and food and love are sometimes one in the same. Told in interconnected short stories, Hungry Hearts explores the many meanings food can take on beyond mere nourishment. It can symbolize love and despair, family and culture, belonging and home.

13 Tales of Food & Love

Hungry Hearts

... &#39;t know why you&#39;re so down on my idea, Abba. I&#39;m going to be captain, after all. You&#39;ll have to get used to the idea of listening to me someday!” “Enough, Silvan.” I heard the danger that lurked beneath Mazdin&#39;s STARGLASS.

In this futuristic, outer space thriller that #1 New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth calls “richly imagined” and “beautifully written,” Terra has to decide between supporting the rebellion she believes in—and saving the life of the boy she loves. “This richly textured first novel deserves to be widely read” (Publishers Weekly). For generations, those aboard the Asherah have lived within strict rules meant to help them survive the journey from a doomed Earth to their promised land, the planet Zehava—which may or may not be habitable, a question whose imperative grows now, in the dwindling months before touchdown. Sixteen-year-old Terra’s situation is tough. A dead mom. A grieving dad. A bitchy boss, and a betrothed who won’t kiss her no matter how bad she wants it. She’s doing her best to stay afloat, even when she gets assigned a vocation she has no interest in: botany. But after Terra witnesses the Captain’s guard murder an innocent man, she’s drawn into a secret rebellion bent on restoring power to the people. The stakes are higher than anything she could have imagined. When the rebellion gives Terra an all-important mission, she has to decide where her loyalties lie for once and for all. Because she has started to fall for the boy she’s been sent to assassinate…

... to me. I swiveled my head toward the sound. He stood right at the end of the Jacobis&#39; front walk, looking like a ghost in his mourning clothes. His long hair veiled his face, but I could see that he&#39;d been crying. His STARGLASS.

... “That&#39;s what Mara Stone told me. If conditions on Zehava aren&#39;t favorable for our settlement—or if the Council says they&#39;re not— we&#39;re to stay within the dome.” “Hmm,”Van said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And we STARGLASS.

... ve done nothing wrong.” I dropped my hand against my thigh. I should have just accepted it—believed him, believed that it would all be okay. But I couldn&#39;t. I&#39;d spent my whole childhood trying to tiptoe around my father, STARGLASS.

... . I told him the only truth that would do any good now, the only one that would help me. “That you&#39;re beautiful.” It was the truth. Oy gevalt, it was the truth—but only a tiny part of the truth, the smallest STARGLASS.

... he&#39;s decent to you.” I thought of the little circles Koen&#39;s hand had made against my back, firm, insistent. And I found myself nodding. “Maybe you&#39;re right,” I said. Rachel flashed her teeth at me, straight and white as STARGLASS.

... dark and glinting against pale cloth. As they marched, their boots drummed like rain against the grass. In their wake Captain Wolff appeared. Everyone pressed two fingers to their hearts in salute. But my own fingers hesitated STARGLASS.

... . Mara&#39;s the only one who goes in there.” I&#39;d seen the door at the rear of the lab but never even stepped past the threshold. And Mara wasn&#39;t eager to help the rebels. She&#39;d made that much clear. So I crumpled the STARGLASS.

... we all see our last class of children begin to ascend to adulthood within the confines of our ship.” Captain Wolff pointed a knobby finger straight toward us. I was too close to the front for my liking. I squirmed, letting my STARGLASS.

... he practically fell over himself trying to shake the man&#39;s hand. Momma would have laughed at that. I could almost hear her voice in my ears. Arran, you&#39;re such a suck-up. But there was one visitor he ignored. Mar Jacobi, the STARGLASS.

... about mizvot before. My stomach clenched again. It was like he was taking the memory of my father and stomping on it. And his smile never faltered for even a second. “A waste,” I said. “The dead don&#39;t care that you STARGLASS.

... grew within him as they did me. He, too, was always looking back—over his shoulder to everything we had left behind, even when we both should have been lookingforward. PART TWO ORBIT WINTER, 4 MONTHS TILL LANDING oen and STARGLASS.

... distance. There the street narrowed into a cobbled path that ran between the cornfields. He didn&#39;t speak, just blew the warm air of his breath into his bare hands. As we walked down the path, through the dead, towering STARGLASS.