Ordinary Angels by India Drummond
Published April 4th 2011 by Lyrical Press
"Most of Zoe’s friends are dead, but she doesn’t mind because they died long before she met them. Then one Tuesday night an angel takes her salsa dancing and turns her world upside down. Grim reality closes in when she discovers a body in her company’s boiler room and Higher Angels accuse her best ghost friend of murder. Knowing she’s the only one who can stand against them, Zoe resorts to lying, stealing and summoning. In the end, getting blood on her hands forces Zoe to question herself."
8/10
This was a very well written début novel by India Drummond and it was a pure delight to read. Ms Drummond has a way of making mundane sentences sound beautiful and puts a new spin on the phrase "I see dead people"!
This novel has some fascinating mythological dynamics that pull you in from the get go. With fresh ideas and a great heroine who's life gets even more complicated when she goes on a date with an Angel.
My only complaint is that the book lost me here and there when my mind would drift, but that might just be because too many things were happening at once in the story. But it was action packed and lets not forget the smouldering love interest!
I can't wait to see what Ms Drummond does next!
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“I’ve always found, Miss Zoe, when you have something that needs saying, the best thing is to get it on out there and done with. No worries. Old Henry’s heard it all. You haven’t gone and gotten yourself in trouble, have you?”
“Why does he ask for your phone number?” the new mailman asked, leaning forward as
though expecting to hear something important and secret.
“To ask her out. Are you stupid or something?” Simone’s uncharacteristic sharpness snapped
Zoe back to reality.
“Simone.” she whispered harshly.
“Well, really. What kind of dumb question is that?” Simone mumbled.
“Why does he ask for your phone number?” the new mailman asked, leaning forward as
though expecting to hear something important and secret.
“To ask her out. Are you stupid or something?” Simone’s uncharacteristic sharpness snapped
Zoe back to reality.
“Simone.” she whispered harshly.
“Well, really. What kind of dumb question is that?” Simone mumbled.
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