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- 1 star: Wasn't my cup of tea
- 2 stars: It was okay
- 3 stars: Wasn't amazing, but was an enjoyable read
- 4 stars: Enjoyed this so much
- 5 stars: I'm in love,and obsessed
Helen Keeble is not, and never has been, a vampire. She has however been a teenager. She grew up partly in America and partly in England, which has left her with an unidentifiable accent and a fondness for peanut butter crackers washed down with a nice cup of tea. She now lives in West Sussex, England, with her husband, daughter, two cats, and a variable number of fish. To the best of her knowledge, none of the fish are undead.
LOLtastic, irreverent, and fun!
(as you may be able to guess, it is not exactly your typical dramatic, angst-ridden angel romance)
What was the hardest part while writing No Angel?
Working out “the rules” for the angels and demons. There were so many fascinating yet conflicting Christian traditions to mine for ideas! I spent a long time reading some quite hilarious medieval texts about angels, picking out the weirdest bits to use in NO ANGEL.
And when I say weird… well, I think this image speaks for itself:
Ladies, wouldn’t you just LOVE to have a sexy angelic flaming-wheel-with-eyes for a boyfriend?
…No, me neither.
For people who have not met him, how would you introduce Rafael?
He’s just your typical straight teenage guy – easy going, good at heart but kind of lazy, and absolutely desperate to appear cool to girls. Of course, while he’s trying to come across as Mr. Suave, he’s inwardly freaking out that they can all tell he’s really a complete dork.
Oh, and he’s also has a small, embarrassing problem with an inconvenient halo. Like I said, just your typical guy.
If Jane Greene from your novel Fang Girl, was to meet Rafael from your newest novel No Angel, how do you think they would react to each other?
Jane would take one look at Rafael, and think he was a complete tool. If pressed, she might grudgingly concede that he is at least decorative.
I’m sad to say that Rafael, for his part, would probably not even notice Jane. He’d be too busy trying (and failing) to chat up the nearest hot blonde.
What are you currently working on, can you tell us a bit about it?
Having now done comedic twists on vampire drama and angel romances, I’m now working on a comedic dystopian. No, really. It’s called ESCAPING UTOPIA, and it’s a send-up of all those grim and gritty books where The Government controls X! And Y is banned! But one super-special teenager accidentally escapes the system…Thanks for attending the Paranormal Ball today Helen!
In the far-future, post-apocalyptic-and-rebuilt world of ESCAPING UTOPIA, inter-human relationships aren’t exactly banned, but they’re regarded as barbaric and just plain icky. Instead, everyone lives hedonistic lives of utter bliss with their government-assigned android Soulmate, a robot perfectly designed to meet your every need. Naturally, one super-special teenager escapes this hideous fate - much to his dismay! But when Adam’s assigned Soulmate turns out to be more interested in killing him than making him happy, there’s got to be something seriously wrong with either her, or him… or possibly the entire world.
Also, there’s a bubblegum-pink battle robot named Candi, who just wants to be friends with everyone. I’m having a lot of fun writing this book!
The next morning I got up at the crack of dawn, liberated a helmet from the communal bike shed, and set off to learn how to fly. A half-hour hike found me a nice wide clearing in the woods, well away from the school buildings. With a last glance around to check for onlookers, I shrugged my wings out. Early morning mist scurried along the ground as I lofted them to full vertical extension, the glowing pinions reaching for the sky like outstretched hands. I crouched, looked up, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said softly, and swept my wings down.
It was a good thing I’d worn a helmet.
“Right,” I muttered to myself, spitting out dirt. “Less sideways, more up.”
After another ten minutes of running, leaping, and rather unangelic swearing, I was still resolutely earthbound. I brushed the mud off my knees, scowling. Maybe what I needed was motivation. I’d certainly had plenty last night. Unfortunately, I didn’t think Faith would appreciate her own guardian angel pushing her out a window, not even in the interests of science. And I wasn’t quite confident enough in my wings to want to throw myself out of a window, either.
I crouched down in a sprinter’s stance and squeezed my eyes. Just think of all the things I’d be able to do once I mastered flight. I’d be able to confirm my suspicions about the true threat to the school. I’d be able to save Faith if she fell again. I’d be able to sneak out in the evening and find the nearest pub-
“Oh my God,” said a voice behind me.
I leapt into the air in alarm — literally. A short mid-teens girl in a baggy cardigan and unflattering glasses stood frozen in the bracken, staring at up me with her mouth hanging open. “You’re… you’re an angel,” she said.
As I was hovering six feet above her on glowing, slowly-beating wings, this did not seem like something I could deny. The rising sun highlighted the girl’s tear-tracked face and red eyes. She took a hesitant step forward, holding up a hand to shield herself from my light. “Who are you?” she breathed.
With my head backlit by my incandescent feathers, she must not have been able to make out my features. If only I could get away quickly, she need never know my identity. “Yes, I am an angel,” I said in the deepest voice I could manage, while frantically trying to work out how to go up. I wobbled dangerously in the air. “Sent from Heaven to, uh…” “Smite the wicked?” the girl suggested hopefully. She sniffed, swiping her sleeve across her nose. “Because I can totally give you a list. Starting with that bitch Joanne.”
“Er, no.” What the hell did angels talk about? Half-remembered bits of the few Christmas services my dad had forced me to attend drifted up out of my memory. “I come bearing Good News! For unto you a child shall be born!”
The girl stared at me. She did not look like she considered this to be Glad Tidings.
Rafael Angelos just got handed the greatest gift any teenage boy could ever dream of. Upon arriving at his new boarding school for senior year, he discovered that he is the ONLY male student. But what should have been a godsend isn't exactly heaven on Earth.
Raffi's about to learn that St. Mary's is actually a hub for demons-and that he was summoned to the school by someone expecting him to save the day. Raffi knows he's no angel-but it's pretty hard to deny that there's some higher plan at work when he wakes up one morning to discover a glowing circle around his head.
Helen Keeble's debut novel, Fang Girl, has been praised for its pitch-perfect teen voice, and VOYA called it "refreshing and reminiscent of Louise Rennison's Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series." No Angel brings you angels and demons like you've never seen them-complete with the wry humor of Vladimir Tod, sinfully irreverent romance, and some hilariously demonic teenage dilemmas.
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