By: Lauren Kate

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Booktopia Comments

If you've been to see the movie New Moon you may have seen a clip for this book already. It's no secret that the publishers are targeting the Twilight audience with this one. And no wonder - with so many teenage romantic fantasy books on the shelves, this one does stand out from the crowd.

Seventeen-Year-Old Luce is a new student at Sword & Cross, an unwelcoming boarding/reform school in Savannah, Georgia. Luce’s boyfriend died under suspicious circumstances, and now she carries the guilt over his death with her as she navigates the unfriendly halls at Sword & Cross, where every student seems to have an unpleasant — even evil — history.

It’s only when she sees Daniel, a gorgeous fellow student, that Luce feels there’s a reason to be here — though she doesn’t know what it is. And Daniel’s frosty cold demeanour toward her? It’s really a protective device that he’s used again... and again. For Daniel is a fallen angel, doomed to fall in love with the same girl every 17 years... and watch her die. And Luce is a fellow immortal, cursed to be reincarnated again and again as a mortal girl who has no idea of who she really is.

Book Description

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours? 17-year-old Lucinda falls in love with a gorgeous, intelligent boy, Daniel, at her new school, the grim, foreboding Sword & Cross...only to find out that Daniel is a fallen angel, and that they have spent lifetimes finding and losing one another as good & evil forces plot to keep them apart. Get ready to fall...

About The Author

Lauren Kate grew up in Dallas, went to school in Atlanta, and started writing in New York. She now lives in Los Angeles.

Reviewed By Toni Whitmont, Booktopia Buzz Editor
Fallen

Fallen, (as in fallen angels) has been getting huge exposure lately with the book trailer being featured at capital city screenings of the New Moon movie. We've got the trailer on the site. Yes, this is Meyer territory, and yes, we have plenty of pre-orders from people just hanging out for its late November release.

An extract from FALLEN by Lauren Kate

As they came around the corner of the cinder-block classrooms, Arriane skidded to a halt. “Effect cool,” she said.

Luce nodded, already looking around the grounds. “Cool,” she repeated.

All the other students seemed to be clustered around the kudzu-strangled trees outside the building. No one looked exactly happy to be hanging out, but no one looked ready to go inside yet, either.

There hadn’t been much of a dress code at Dover, so Luce wasn’t used to the uniformity it gave a student body. Then again, even though every kid here was wearing the same black jeans and black sweater, there were still substantial differences in how they pulled it off.

A group of tattooed girls standing in a crossed-armed circle wore bangle bracelets up to their elbows. The black bandanas in their hair reminded Luce of a film she’d once seen about motorcycle-gang girls. She’d rented it because she’d thought: What could be cooler than an all-girls motorcycle gang? Now Luce’s eyes locked with those of one of the girls across the lawn. The sideways squint of the girl’s darkly lined cat-eyes made Luce quickly shift the direction of her gaze.

She noticed that a guy and a girl holding hands had sewn sequins in the shape of skulls and crossbones on the backs of their black sweaters. Every few seconds, one of them would pull the other in for a kiss on the temple, on the earlobe, on the eye. They looked a little rough, but it was obvious how much in love they were. Every time she saw their tongue rings flashing, Luce felt a lonely pinch inside her chest.

Behind the lovers, a cluster of blond boys stood pressed against the wall. Each of them wore a white oxford shirt under his sweater, the collar starched straight up. Their tailored black pants hit the bridges of their polished dress shoes perfectly. Of all the students on the quad, these boys seemed to Luce to be the closest thing to Doverites. But a closer look quickly set them apart from boys she used to know. Boys like Trevor.

Just standing in a group, these guys radiated a specific kind of toughness. It was right there in the look in their eyes. It was hard to explain, but it suddenly struck Luce that just like her, everyone at this school had a past. Everyone here probably had secrets they wouldn’t want to share. But she couldn’t figure out whether this realization made her feel more or less isolated.

Arriane noticed Luce’s eyes running over the rest of the kids.

“We all do what we can to make it through the day,” she said, shrugging. “But in case you hadn’t noticed the low-hanging vultures, this place pretty much reeks of death.” She took a seat on a bench under a weeping willow and patted the spot next to her for Luce.
Luce wiped away a mound of wet, decaying leaves, but just before she sat down, she noticed another dress code violation.

A very attractive dress code violation.

No, attractive didn’t even come close to covering it.

He wore a bright red scarf around his neck. It wasn’t cold outside, but he had on a black leather motorcycle jacket over his black sweater, too. Maybe it was because his was the only spot of color on the quad, but he was all that Luce could look at. In fact, everything else so paled in comparison that, for one long moment, Luce completely forgot where she was.

She took in his deep golden hair and the matching tan. Her eyes ran over his high cheekbones, the dark sunglasses that covered his eyes, and the fullness of his lips. In all the movies Luce had seen, and in all the books she’d read, the love interest was empirically attractive—except for that one little flaw. The chipped tooth, the charming cowlick, the beauty mark on his left cheek. She knew why—if the hero was too unblemished, he’d risk becoming unapproachable. But approachable or not, Luce had always had a weakness for the sublimely gorgeous.

And sublimely gorgeous this guy was . . . but the crazy thing was, it wasn’t the way he looked that kept Luce’s rapt attention. She started to feel that there was something else, something bigger that, after her first glance, almost prevented her from really seeing him at all.

He leaned up against the building with his arms crossed lightly over his chest. And for a split second, Luce saw a flash of herself folded into those arms. She shook her head, but the vision stayed so clear that she almost took off toward him.

No. That was crazy. Right? Even at a school full of crazies, Luce was well aware that this instinct was insane. She didn’t even know him.

He was talking to a shorter, black kid with dreads and a toothy smile. Both of them were laughing hard and genuinely—in a way that made Luce strangely jealous. She tried to think back and remember how long had it been since she’d laughed, really laughed, like that.

“That’s Daniel,” Arriane said, leaning in and reading her mind. “I can tell he’s attracted somebody’s attention.”

“Understatement,” Luce agreed, embarrassed when she realized how obviously awestruck she must have looked to Arriane.

“Yeah, well, if you like that sort of thing.”

“What’s not to like?” Luce said, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “He’s incredible. What’s his story?”

Arriane cleared her throat. “No one really knows,” she said. “He’s kind of a mystery man. My guess is he’s just your typical reform school asshole.”

“I’m no stranger to assholes,” Luce said, though as soon as the words came out, she wished she could take them back. After what had happened to Trevor—whatever had happened—she was the last person who should be making character judgments. But more than that, the rare time she made even the smallest reference to that night, Luce could feel the presence of the shadows, almost like she was right back at the lake.

Feeling spooked, she glanced back at Daniel. He was the opposite of all the shadows. She watched as Daniel took his glasses off and slid them inside his jacket. He turned to look at her.

His gaze caught hers, and Luce watched as his eyes widened and then quickly narrowed in what looked like surprise. But no—it was more than that. When Daniel’s eyes held hers, her breath caught in her throat. She recognized him from somewhere.

But she would have remembered meeting someone like him. She would have remembered feeling as absolutely shaken up as she did right now.

She realized they were still locking eyes when Daniel flashed her a smile. A jet of warmth shot through her and she had to grip the bench for support. She felt her lips pull up in a smile back at him, but then he raised his hand in the air.

And flipped her off.

Luce gasped and dropped her eyes.

“What?” Arriane asked, oblivious to what had just gone down. “Never mind,” she said. “We don’t have time. I sense the bell.”

The bell rang as if on cue, and the whole student body started the slow shuffle into the building. Arriane was tugging on Luce’s hand and spouting off directions about how to find her locker, where to meet her next and when. But Luce was still reeling from being flipped the bird by such a perfect stranger. Her momentary delirium over Daniel had vanished, and now the only thing she wanted to know was: What was that guy’s problem?

Just before she ducked into her first class, she dared to glance back at Daniel. His face was blank, but there was no mistaking it—he was watching her go.

Copyright Lauren Kate 2009. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Q and A with Lauren Kate

1) Why did you choose to have the story take place in Georgia, specifically Savannah?

I went to college in Atlanta and got to spend some time in Savannah, which is a lush, lovely, and very polite town. But the south is also such an embattled place, still recovering from its civil war scars in a way I think other parts of the country don’t like to think about. Setting Luce’s reform school on the grounds of an old Civil War Academy opened up all these cool possibilities to allude to the *big* battle that’s coming in the series.

2) Many of the scenes in the cemetery are both eerie and frightening which completely draw the reader into the Swords & Cross world; in conjunction with question one, is there a specific place that you thought of when writing about this place.

I guess I’ve always had a thing for cemeteries. Growing up, I had a friend who lived right behind a pretty decrepit old cemetery, and we’d sneak in there all the time to make up stories about the people whose tombstones we read. In Fallen, Cam attempts to do this with Luce—though for some strange reason, she finds it unromantic…
The cemetery at Sword and Cross is fictional, but like most things in my books, it’s Frankenstein-fictional, an amalgamation of every cemetery I’ve ever been to. The tilted tombstones I borrowed from the Jewish Cemetery in Prague, the Spanish moss and weeping willows probably come from the Bonaventure in Savannah, and the mausoleum descriptions come from the Lafayette Cemetery in New Orleans, which I visited while writing the book. As for the feeling Luce gets when she’s there—“I’m a nice girl, who do I keep finding myself in this freaky old cemetery?”—maybe that dates back to all the hours I spent in that neighbourhood cemetery when I was a ten year old kid.

3) What was the reason (if any) for placing Luce and Daniel in a reform school rather than the regular high school?

There’s a line in Bob Dylan’s song Not Dark Yet: “I’ve been down at the bottom of a world full of lies.” I think that’s where Luce finds herself at the beginning of the novel. She’s at the end of what she sees as a long line of failures, uncertain about who or what to believe. Her character is a) stunned to end up at reform school, and b) certain that she cannot sink any lower. Melodramatic? Sure! But she’s headed down a one-way street towards a more complicated understanding of her life. It takes something drastic (like reform school) to get her to a place where she stops expecting her life to look exactly as she’d planned, and opens herself up to a host of interesting opportunities.

(Then again, on the same album, Dylan also sings: “When you think that you lost everything/you find out you can always lose a little more.” I guess that’s where
the sequel comes in!)

4) The themes in FALLEN are rooted in theology. Is that something you’ve always been interested in? What kind of research did you do to write FALLEN?

I was a Jewish kid with a Catholic father growing up in Texas. So yes, theology has always fascinated me. When I was in grad school, I took a course with an incredible professor who taught the bible as purely a work of literature. When I started writing Fallen, she pointed me towards a lot of angelology. Stacks and stacks of books now cover the dining room table where I’m writing the second book, Torment.

Angels do show up in the bible, but their appearances are fleeting and often non-descript. It’s kind of strange that what springs to mind when most people think of angels today—the fluffy wings, the baby faces, the pure intentions. Almost all purely cultural inventions. So in Fallen, I try to play around the idea of what an
angel is “supposed” to be like.

5) Do any of the character’s names have a historical or religious significance that you can tell us?

Well, the book of Daniel is the first book in the bible where an angel plays an independent role—that is, an angel not acting as merely a replacement for God. This seemed fitting for a guy as fiercely independent as Daniel.

As for Luce, I dunno…does the name ring any biblical bells to you?

6) As the series continues, will we find out more about the boy from her home and the reason for why Luce was sent to Swords & Cross?

Everything will be illuminated, yes, yes. Patience…

7) The battle between good vs. evil has been told in many forms. What do you think stands out about your depiction of this classic theme?

Here the lines between good and evil are blurred. I usually like to do the opposite of what I think people expect me to do, and maybe I’m acting out that impulse in this book. I’m interested in to questioning old notions of angels and demons, heaven and hell. I want readers to fall for the “evil” characters in these books as much as they fall for the “good” ones. Luce herself is so wide open—she’s perfect to be put in the middle of this age old battle between good and evil, to have to determine whether each side truly is what she’s grown up thinking it is.

8)Readers seem to love stories about forbidden love. Why do you think that is?

I have friends who groan about my hopeless romantic advice on relationships. I’m probably the least likely person ever to say, “he’s just not that into you.” To me, forbidden love is exactly the kind of thing worth striving for. Not because it always works out, but because it’s worth the effort. Falling for someone off-limits or hard to get is a kind of emotional endurance training. Whether you get the guy or not, in the end, you’re left with this polished, stronger, sharper you. Feminists, feel free to balk at this defense—but we’ve all been there at least once!

9) Can you describe a typical day in the life of writer Lauren Kate?

Writers have so many inane quirks, don’t they? I have to position my computer so I’m sitting with my back against a wall. So that nothing can…I don’t know…sneak up on me. I like noise that’s just south of distracting—traffic, rain, music in another language. On average, I have about ten open books and three kinds of drinks on the dining room table where I write. I have a notebook where I jot down things I think are brilliant and must remember to include in a later chapter—and then I promptly forget to include them. When I’m working on a deadline, I write about eight to ten pages a day or until I’m completely brain dead and can hardly speak. Then I try to go out into the world and shock myself back into being a social creature. I don’t think any of it would be possible if I weren’t married to a guy who made me laugh so much.

ISBN: 9780385618021
ISBN-10: 0385618026
Series: Fallen
Audience: Teenager / Young Adult
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Published: 8th December 2009
Dimensions (cm): 21.5 x 13.7  x 3.7
Weight (kg): 0.49