This is a road movie, with the hunter and the mechanic escaping the bad guys. Well, it’s a road book, really, and it’s about two teenagers trying to get away from the angels. Same thing.
Angels are bad.
They are so bad, that they are what Alex – the hunter – kills for a living. His next angel victim is Willow – the mechanic – who doesn’t even know about angels, let alone that she is one herself. When they meet, Alex doesn’t kill her immediately, and pretty soon the two of them are fleeing the wrath of the angels.
You could look at L A Weatherly’s book Angel as just another romantic thriller about a couple who take to the (US) roads when chased by bad guys. But you’d be missing out on a terrific adventure if you do.
Angels are the new vampires, and I mean that in the best possible way. From what I gather Lee (for it is of course Lee Weatherly) has been living with her angel plans for quite some time, and it’s unlikely that she woke up one morning and decided she’d come up with the next big thing after Twilight. But I think it could well be the new craze for girls – and hopefully some boys – and even for us oldies.
Angel is a fast paced, heart stopping kind of read, and I found myself racing along to get to the end, heart going thud thud thud.
Willow is an anomaly, a half angel. It’s not possible, but she is. Alex is only 18, but has been killing angels for most of his life already. To begin with there weren’t so many angels, but now our world has been invaded and if nothing is done the angels will take over and ruin the world as we know it. But it’s beginning to look as if Alex may be the last remaining Angel Killer, so what can he do?
Lee draws some pertinent parallels with the religious bible belt of the southern states. I can see that that might not be popular with everybody. She also has an almost ‘daemon’ scene worthy of His Dark Materials.
For a romance Angel is surprisingly chaste. I’ll be interested to see how things are allowed to develop in the next two books. For this is the first in a trilogy. Naturally.