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Eleanor Hollis-Morrow has always known things she cannot explain. Not the ordinary precocity of an early reader or a curious child. Something quieter and more precise than that: the specific weight of what another person is carrying, the shape of an emotion before anyone has given it a name, the particular silence of a child who has stopped expecting to be found. She does not call it anything. At five years old, it does not require a name. What it requires is discretion. And the kind of parents who understand, from the inside, what it means to carry something the world has no category for. Set in the years between kindergarten and the edge of adolescence, Eleanor follows one extraordinary girl navigating the entirely ordinary territory of friendship, loyalty, loss, and the slow discovery of what she is for. Her parents, Cassidy and David, guide her with wisdom earned the hard way and love that never becomes a script. The community of Experiencers who form their larger world offer connection, caution, and the particular solidarity of people who have spent years saying the right things in the right rooms. But Eleanor is something they have not quite seen before. Not a problem to solve. A question still opening. Warm, precise, and quietly astonishing, Eleanor is a novel about the particular gift of knowing what people need before they can ask for it, and the discipline required to use that knowledge well. This is the second book in the Star Child series.