Fallen angel Kirael (please, don’t call him a demon) is tired of being an anonymous cog in the wheels of hell. “Tormenting the damned—it practically does itself, no lie.” Eager to experience life as a human, Kirael hijacks the body of a suburban American teenager, one who was about to step mindlessly off of a curb and into the path of a cement mixer. All-knowing Kirael is already familiar with the inhabitant’s of Shaun’s life—his family, his friends, and his acquaintances. The overwhelming newness comes in having a physical form, in feeling, touching, smelling, tasting, and Kirael is eager to make the most of the extraordinary opportunity—the very most. Determined to experience sex, he sets his sights on Lane, a girl he knows has a secret crush on Shaun. Surely this will be easy. A. M. Jenkins’s furiously funny novel makes the most of Kirael’s naiveté in the ways of the physical world, but it’s also remarkably astute. By changing the way slacker Shaun relates to some of the people in his life, Kirael is not only altering how they perceive Shaun but how they perceive themselves as well. (Age 13 and older)

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!