Devine intervention

There is a great legend of the guardian angel who traveled across time and space for the human girl he loved, slaying those who would threaten her with a gleaming sword made of heavenly light.This is not that story.Jerome Hancock is Heidi Devine's guardian angel. Sort of. He's more of an angel trainee, in heaven's soul-rehabilitation program for wayward teens. And he's just about to get kicked out for having too many absences and for violating too many of the Ten Commandments for the Dead.Heidi, meanwhile, is a high school junior who dreams of being an artist, but has been drafted onto her basketball team because she's taller than many a grown man. For as long as she can remember, she's heard a voice in her head - one that sings Lynyrd Skynyrd, offers up bad advice, and yet is company during those hours she feels most alone.When the unthinkable happens, these two lost souls must figure out where they went wrong and whether they can make things right before Heidi's time is up and her soul is lost forever.Martha Brockenbrough's debut novel is hilarious, heartbreaking, and hopeful, with a sense of humor that's wicked as hell, and writing that's just heavenly.

From Devine Intervention She finally spoke in a low and terrible voice. "Did you know about this?" "About what?" From experience I knew the best answer to this question was usually "no." "About what happens to souls if they don't go to heaven in twenty-four hours." "Uhhh," I said. "Jerome!" she said. "My soul will DISSIPATE in twenty-four hours if I don't get into Heaven! Do you even know what that means?" She was shouting at me. "No?" I said. She started crying again. Huge tears. "It means," she said, stopping every once in a while, "it means I'm going to disappear. We have been goofing around and sniffing cookies and not getting any messages through to the people I love, and I have--" She stopped to look at the clock on her bedside table. "I have only about fourteen hours left until I am gone forever. FOREVER." She crumpled herself on the floor like an old Kleenex and cried. "I hate you, Jerome. I hate you." Excerpted from Devine Intervention by Martha Brockenbrough All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.