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In an old stone tower high in the mountains of Switzerland lives an angel with attitude. The angel is annoyed with "peoples" and unsure of her (or his?) mission. When a colorful American girl, Zola, arrives, she challenges the angel, and figs start flying. Together Zola and the angel rescue a band of orphans, reawaken the sleepy village, and explore what it means to be a 'peoples' and to be an angel.

The angel's language:

In Switzerland, while I was immersed in re-learning Italian (the language of southern Switzerland), I found myself talking strangely and comically, mixing English and Italian and mangling grammar in both languages. Not only could I not speak Italian correctly, but I could no longer speak English correctly! The two languages were so tangled in my brain. An example: I'd need the word that meant attractive, but I couldn't find that exact word. Instead, I'd think of attractiful or attracting. The only way this story was going to get written was if I let the angel speak the way my brain was working that year!

Some funny scenes:

I am a little hesitant to admit it, but many scenes in this book make me laugh and laugh. Here are three of my favorites:

  1. From the chapter, 'My Territory,' when Zola asks the angel if the angel has wings.
  2. From the chapter, 'Lizards,' when Rosetta confesses to eating a lizard's tail.
  3. From the chapter, 'Pigeons,' when the angel reacts to Zola's pigeon story.

Photos:

View from the angel's tower.

The angel's tower.

The 'chicken shad' where the orphans are first found.



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About five years ago, when my granddaughter was two years old, she told her first story: "Once upon a time in Spain there was an angel, and the angel was me. The end." That fascinated me! I wanted to know more! I thought about that line often, hoping it would inspire the rest of the story. Then, for the school year 2007-08, my husband accepted a one-year position at the boarding school in Switzerland where we had lived and worked when we were first married. As soon as we returned to Switzerland and I saw the old tower on campus, I knew that the angel would live there. I knew that the whole village was part of the story.