• Repossessed
  • Repossessed


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by A. M. Jenkins, Amanda Jenkins

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Don't call me a demon. I prefer the term Fallen Angel.

Everybody deserves a vacation, right? Especially if you have a pointless job like tormenting the damned. So who could blame me for blowing off my duties and taking a small, unauthorized break?

Besides, I've always wanted to see what physical existence is like. That's why I "borrowed" the slightly used body

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Don't call me a demon. I prefer the term Fallen Angel.

Everybody deserves a vacation, right? Especially if you have a pointless job like tormenting the damned. So who could blame me for blowing off my duties and taking a small, unauthorized break?

Besides, I've always wanted to see what physical existence is like. That's why I "borrowed" the slightly used body of a slacker teen. Believe me, he wasn't going to be using it anymore anyway.

I have never understood why humans do the things they do. Like sin—if it's so terrible, why do they keep doing it?

I'm going to have a lot of fun finding out!

Editorial Reviews

Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
"Jenkins works magic on readers. Warm, heartening message of hope coupled with a little rebellion."
Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books
“Jenkins works magic on readers. Warm, heartening message of hope coupled with a little rebellion.”
Publishers Weekly

Arebellious demon (who prefers the term "fallen angel") named Kiriel takes over the body of 17-year-old Shaun Simpson moments before the teen steps in front of a speeding cement mixer in Jenkins's (Beating Heart) latest. Eager to experience life as a human being-and feeling long overdue for a vacation from his duties of subjecting souls to eternal torment-Kiriel quickly gets underway living Shaun's life. (There is no conflict between the two personalities-in Jenkins's story, Kiriel's takeover sends Shaun's soul on to the afterlife.) Shaun was a prototypical slacker, brushing off his younger brother Jason (whom he calls a "jerkwad"), dressing and living like a slob and barely engaging at school. With funny and heartwarming results, Kiriel tries to engineer a lasting, positive impact on Shaun's family and friends, confronting a school bully-as a demon, Kiriel knows where the teen's actions will land him in the afterlife-and taking the reclusive Jason under his wing. Jenkins displays a wry sense of humor throughout-Jason catches his older brother "French-kissing his shirt" as Kiriel relishes the tactile sensation, and later Kiriel receives an IM from his demonic superiors who have discovered his transgression. Kiriel's own spiritual crises (he himself questions a "Creator" whom he's never seen or heard from) may mirror readers' uncertainties, and the demon's winning mix of cocksureness and inadvertent bungling should resonate with teens. Ages 12-up. (June)

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VOYA - Janet Scherer
Experiencing frustration with his job in Hell, Kiriel takes a much-needed rest in the body of seventeen-year-old Shaun. This fast-paced novel takes place over seven days as Kiriel attempts to experience as much enjoyment as he can with his newfound physical body. He is excited by a cool breeze on his cheek and the sweet taste of ketchup as well as with the usual things a boy finds pleasurable. Because of Kiriel's experience in Hell, witnessing the sins of souls who carry shame, guilt, and sorrow, he decides to change the life trajectory of Shaun's loved ones and classmates. Kiriel gives Shaun's friendless little brother the name of someone he should get to know and plants a seed in Shaun's mother's head about reconciling with her estranged brother. He helps a girl gain confidence in herself and confronts the school bully in hopes of making him realize the pain that he causes others. When Kiriel is called back from his vacation, he is confident that he accomplished good while inhabiting Shaun's body and gained insight on how to better handle his job in the future. This accomplished author writes an enjoyable and comical story with both likeable and believable characters. Readers might be disappointed that Kiriel's vacation does not last longer so that they can get to know him better. Jenkins provides a great choice for both girls and boys, reluctant readers, and those looking for a quick, fun read.
Children's Literature - Monserrat Urena
Kiriel is a demon, but he prefers to be known as a fallen angel, and he is tired of tormenting the souls of the damned. He decides that he is going to take a break. After careful consideration he takes over the body of a teenager named Shaun. Once in Shaun's body, Kiriel knows that it is only a matter of time before someone notices that he has ditched his post. He is determined, however, to take advantage of every moment he has in the mortal world. I fear that words can only cheapen the true pleasure I took in reading this book. It was impossible to put down. Its unconventional plot line holds your attention, but it is Kiriel's voice that keeps the reader going. He, as a fallen angel, has no human traits. His rational actions, however, exhibit a great amount of humanity. The joy, pain, and wonder expressed by this outstanding literary voice is touching and wickedly fun. The prose is crisp and beautiful in its conveyance of the experiences of this fallen angel. Given the true nature of the main character, however, many individuals may choose to turn away from this novel. It is a matter of choice, but for those who choose to read it, it is a rare gleam of light.
KLIATT - Paula Rohrlick
Fed up with endlessly overseeing the torment of souls in Hell, the spirit of a demon takes a little holiday: he moves into the body of a teenage boy named Shaun, who was about to lose his life to a speeding cement mixer anyway. At first, just experiencing the physical world entrances the demon. The sights! The sensations! Masturbation, for instance (though not explicitly described) is a thrilling new experience, and he's eager to try sex with a girl. As he goes about living Shaun's life, however, the demon starts to set other goals, and he decides to leave his mark on this new world. He tries to make life better for Shaun's little brother, takes care of a bully at school, and ends up falling in love with the girl he'd just wanted to have sex with (and they only kiss, in the end). He knows he'll be called back to Hell soon, and he longs for some kind of recognition from the Creator. Funny and clever, in the end the demon's tale is about appreciating existence and trying to do the right thing. It's a quick, quirky and entertaining read, with some meaty ideas in it, too, by the author of such noteworthy YA novels as Damage and Breaking Boxes.
School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up
Shaun's body has been snatched by one of the devil's lesser minions, who is unbearably bored. Since the teen was about to be killed by a car, the demon does not see it as such a big deal, even though he is clearly violating the rules. His function in hell is to reflect the self-loathing and regret of the souls of the damned back at them, something he has done for eons. He has observed the thoughts and actions of Shaun and his familiars and knows their innermost desires and fears. What he has lacked is an understanding of physical sensation, something he intends to indulge to the fullest in Shaun's body. Despite his knowledge of the human mind, the demon is never able to fully get into character. While this is sometimes amusing, it is just as often annoying. The novel ventures into deep waters, discussing the human condition and human failings. Teens will be much more interested in his physical experiences, including a not-too-graphic masturbation scene and his ultimately unfulfilled desire to experience sex. For a better demonic-possession story, direct teens to Sam Enthoven's The Black Tattoo (Penguin, 2006). A secondary purchase.
—Anthony C. DoyleCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
Seventeen-year-old slacker Shaun steps off the curb and is smacked by a cement-mixer truck. Just before he goes under, a curiously sneaky "archangel" named Kiriel steps into Shaun's body. Thus begins Kiriel's near doe-eyed exploration of all the weird, whacked-out wonders of teenage boyhood, all of which eventually coalesce into the pursuit of friendly, feisty Lane Henneberger, the girl he knows will give her virginity to him. The infusion of Kiriel's inquisitively dogged personality into Shaun's teenaged body humorously amplifies all of Shaun's usual boy instincts: Lust, hunger and love all spring to the center, most affecting when Kiriel's educated near-Shakespearean words spout forth from Shaun's usually blunt and blase lips. Life, of course, gets better for Shaun, complete with a girlfriend, help for his troubled brother and better grades. Jenkins's writing, for all of her dabbling in the supernatural world, remains lean, mean and to-the-point. Though the replacement of a real boy with a do-gooder, lackadaisical demon makes this effort feel less directly urgent, less real than Beating Heart (2006), Kiriel's own search for meaning and direction from his own realm in this new life packs an intriguingly deep wallop. (Fiction. YA)
The Bulletin for the Center for Children's Books
“Jenkins works magic on readers. Warm, heartening message of hope coupled with a little rebellion.”
Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books
“Jenkins works magic on readers. Warm, heartening message of hope coupled with a little rebellion.”

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700L (what's this?)
Age Range:
13 - 12 Years

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Chapter One

First thing I did was, I stole a body. I could have made my own, but I wasn't in an artistic frame of mind.

I was just fed up, you know; fed up with being a cog in a vast machine, with doing my pointless, demeaning job. It's not like I was the only one who could do it—anybody could do it. Tormenting the damned—it practically does itself, no lie. And it's depressing; I can't tell you how depressing it is.

I didn't tell the Boss, didn't tell anyone I was going. No, Hell could get along just fine without me.

As for the Creator, the One—if you ask me, He hasn't ever paid the place much notice. He wound the watch up, set the hands, and let it start ticking.

Really, the Creator is the one I have the grievance with. Not the Boss. The Boss is just doing his job like the rest of us, just fulfilling his function. The Creator is the one who set up all the rules. And now He never checks in, doesn't seem to know or care whether the peons of Hell are getting overworked and fed up. I've never been fool enough to expect redemption, but even a tiny spark of recognition of my drudging toil—or even my mere existence—would have been nice. For thousands upon thousands of years I've labored under a slowly fading hope.

After a while, it was just too much. Even a being like me—no, especially a being like me—has its breaking point.

So. The hard part was picking a body. I wanted to keep it simple, start small. Slip into a life that was already taking place. Something with all the synapses in working condition. A body that was carefree, insulated from earthlyconsiderations like hunger; a protected place to try out physical existence. A body without responsibilities—no job or family to care for; someone who had time to experience the things I wanted to experience. But not too protected. Someone who wasn't watched every second. Someone who had a little time on his hands, but also a safe place to go to every night.

I knew I wanted all this, so I decided to take a middle-class suburban American teenager. I looked around for a bit and found a few that I observed closely, waiting until one turned up good to go.

The actual hijacking of the body took place about one second before the guy was about to step out from behind a parked SUV into the street and get iced, as they say, by a speeding cement mixer. My candidates were all slackers, you see, not too quick on the uptake, and this one was talking to his friend and stepped off the curb without looking—or started to. The fact that he missed the last two seconds of his life didn't really matter; I could see exactly what was going to happen. And although technically there's free will and anything could have interfered with his death, like a timely muscle cramp to make him pause on the curb—or heck, a bird could have been flying overhead and suddenly taken ill in midair and fallen on his head and knocked him out the second before he stepped into the street—there are laws of physics, and trust me, after millions of millennia, I can spot an inevitability.

Body-snatching is pretty rare amongst my kind. Technically speaking, I broke a few rules, but what are they going to do? Send me to Hell, ha ha?

Anyway, he stepped out into space and I jerked his foot back, and there I was on the curb while he was making his whooshy tunnel-of-light way to the hereafter.

All at once I was in this brand-new, slightly used body. It was a fast-motion fill-up, like pouring myself all at once into a too-tight vessel. I'm not used to boundaries, and to be suddenly constricted—to need to breathe, to have a beginning and an end—gave me a feeling of . . . well, almost panic.

But then everything else flooded in and I was swimming in a vast sea of sensory information. I wasn't expecting it, and it threw me into confusion. I'd been expecting to just take over, smooth and unnoticed—it looks so easy to be human, considering that they're all a little dim—but suddenly I could see, hear, feel. It was beautiful.

Everything was beautiful.

"Shaun, you okay?" said Shaun's best friend, Bailey. I looked at him through Shaun's eyes, and it was the weirdest thing.

I have never been anything but spirit—anywhere and everywhere I wanted to be, just never in a physical sense. This was the first time I was ever in exactly one place. Before, I could have known what anybody on earth was doing, if I'd felt like it. I wouldn't have been able to see or hear what they were doing, but I would have been aware of it. Sort of an amorphous cloud with the ability to inhabit many discrete sites at once.

But now, in a human body, I was immersed in an ocean of details. Every single one of them was crisp, clear, and distinct. I was overwhelmed, so even though I had exactly one person—Bailey—in my field of vision, I only had a dim, muffled idea of what his facial expression and body language might mean, and I had to think really hard to try and remember a human American word for what I thought Bailey might be feeling right now.

Taking on a body, it seemed, was constricting in more ways than one.

"I'm okay," I answered, feeling the sound rolling out of my throat like a wave. It was so thrilling, I did it again. "I'm okay," I told Bailey, and I looked at the way his irises had bright color, a bluish gray. Color—what a concept! What a wonderful thing to see, what a great creation! I had to give the Creator a tip of the hat on that one.

Repossessed. Copyright (c) by A. Jenkins . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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