Rebel Angels
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Just the Series: Gemma Doyle Trilogy Vol. 2   

Series and Publisher: Gemma Doyle Trilogy   

Annotation: Gemma and her friends from the Spence Academy return to the realms to defeat her foe, Circe, and to bind the magic that has been released.
 
Reviews: 8
Catalog Number: #4788466
Format: Paperback
Copyright Date: 2005
Edition Date: 2012 Release Date: 12/26/06
Pages: 548 pages
ISBN: 0-385-73341-0
ISBN 13: 978-0-385-73341-0
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2005003805
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist

Friends Gemma, Ann, and Felicity head off to London for Christmas break to begin this satisfying sequel to A Great and Terrible Beauty (2003). Their alliance remains a bit uneasy, especially when a quick trip into the otherworldly Realms reveals that frightening creatures are gaining strength and only Gemma can bind the magic and restore order. British narrator Bailey (who also narrated A Great and Terrible Beauty ) once again brings life to Bray's writing. She retains the girls' voices and adds some odd Welsh inflections to portray a new and sinister teacher. She also vivifies the Gorgon and patients at a hospital for the insane. Bailey is particularly adept in conveying the menaces facing the girls and keeping the suspense and action moving briskly along.

Horn Book

In this sequel to A Great and Terrible Beauty, the well-drawn characters make choices true to their distinct personalities. While the events in the magical realms sometimes border on being too dreamy and vague, the plot of the framing story (Gemma is spending Christmas away from her Victorian London boarding school) is solid and fast-paced.

Kirkus Reviews

What beastly luck. When Victorian schoolgirl Gemma Doyle smashed the magical realms' runes two months ago ( A Great and Terrible Beauty , 2003), she thought she was destroying evil. Instead, she unbound the magic and made it available to any malevolent force. In London for the Christmas holidays, Gemma must bind the power before disaster falls—but bind for whom? The all-female Order, which allowed corruption to enter the realms in the first place? The male secret society of the Rakshana, which wants Gemma dead? Betrayal is in the air, and the backstabbing distrust of London, where any girl or woman might be the evil Circe in disguise, is a far cry from the budding homoeroticism of Gemma's earlier adventure. To make matters worse, Gemma's father has become an opium eater, her erstwhile lover Kartik might be planning her death and her only clues to Circe's identity come from a Bedlamite. While the characters and setting lack the lush richness and depth that made the first volume appealing, Gemma's shivery adventures, lacking easy answers, make for an exciting mystical quest. (Fantasy. YA)

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Although Bray's follow-up to <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">A Great and Terrible Beauty feels a bit like a bridge between the launch and the next installment in her series, fans of the author's first novel will nonetheless remain enthralled by Gemma Doyle's latest adventure. In the first chapter, narrated by Kartik, the handsome Rakshana novitiate with whom Gemma flirted in the last book, members of his brotherhood give him a charge: to find the Temple within the realms, secure its power for the Rakshana and then kill Gemma. Gemma then narrates the balance of the novel, as classmates Felicity and Ann set forth to locate the Temple in order to bind up the realms' powers (unleashed when Gemma destroyed the runes at the close of the last book). However, they discover that the runes' destruction has set the magic in chaos; classmate Pippa (trapped in the realms in the last book) looks more beautiful than ever—why did she not have "to cross"? Can she be trusted? Such questions of trust plague Gemma. What is Kartik's motive in signing on as her father's driver? Plus, a mysterious new teacher arrives who may or may not be Circe (whom Gemma blames for her mother's death), and Gemma's brother, who works at a mental hospital, leads the teen to a patient who may know how to locate the Temple. Gemma's and Ann's love interests, meanwhile, further mine the theme of Victorian class and society. Bray provides a satisfying ending, yet she implies a further struggle for power. Fans will want to stay tuned. Ages 12-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(Aug.)

School Library Journal

Gr 8 Up-The sequel (Delacorte, 2005) to Libba Brays A Great and Terrible Beauty (Delacorte, 2003; Listening Library, 2004) takes up 17-year-old Gemma Doyles adventures above ground, in Victorian London, and below in the magical Realms, just days after the first book ended. Narrator Josephine Bailey remains consistent and inspired in the range of accents and tones she provides for Gemma, her posh friend Felicity, their whiney classmate Ann, the mysterious and sensual Indian youth Kartik, and the newly introduced characters that include a suspicious new teacher and a patient at Londons famous Bethlehem Hospital (Bedlam). Those unfamiliar with the prequel to the current adventures may find themselves a bit lost at the outset, but the flurry of immediate events will soon catch them up as Gemma works feverishly to understand how she can bind the magic running loose in the Realms, whether Kartik is her ally or her deadly opponent, and if her fathers moodiness is an expression of the continuing grief at her mothers death or an opiate habit. Added to these Gothic matters is the fact that Gemma must come to terms with her feelings for the young man who pays her court during the Christmas holidays shes spending away from finishing school and in her grandmothers house. Bray realizes the time period not only in her skillfully embedded descriptions of sounds, textures, and smells, but also by evoking the social framework within which Gemma must move, at least while above ground. The Realms, on the other hand, include both other worldly beauty and ghastliness, befitting of hallucinations. Gemma proves her strength and her charity in both arenas. Francisca Goldsmith, Berkeley Public Library, CA

Voice of Youth Advocates

Gemma Doyle, heroine of A Great and Terrible Beauty (Delacorte, 2004/VOYA April 2004), is not looking forward to Christmas. Other girls spend their holidays with family, sharing tender moments exchanging gifts, but Gemma must worry about keeping her father away from his laudanum bottle and enduring the company of her self-centered brother, Tom. Other girls dream of dancing sugar plums, but Gemma has nightmares of her dead friend, Pippa, holding a severed goat head and visions of a sinister girl trio who might-or might not-have accurate information about her nemesis, Circe. Coupled with these holiday woes, the Rakshana demands that she find an arcane temple in the otherworldly realms and bind the magic that she set loose when she smashed the runes at the conclusion of the earlier book. The only one who may know the temple's location is a Bethlem Hospital inmate who speaks in riddles. This extraordinary novel moves along at breathtaking speed from beginning to end. Part history lesson, part gothic fantasy, part feminist manifesto, Bray's second book is astounding in scope. Although it is certainly imperative to read the first before plunging into its superior sequel, have no fear-those fuzzy on the events of the first novel need only read chapter four to catch up. Beloved characters Ann, Felicity, and Kartik return with both new and old personality quirks. Conspiracy theorists will be delighted with secret society intrigue propelled by the Rakshana, enigmatic Miss McCleethy, and ill-fated Nell Hawkins. Librarians should have little difficulty booktalking this excellent addition to their collection.-Angelica Delgado.

Word Count: 128,523
Reading Level: 4.6
Interest Level: 7-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.6 / points: 19.0 / quiz: 100508 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:5.6 / points:27.0 / quiz:Q37698
Lexile: 680L
December 1895
Spence Academy for Young Ladies


Ah, Christmas!
The very mention of the holiday conjures such precious, sentimental memories for most: a tall evergreen tree hung with tinsel and glass; gaily wrapped presents strewn about; a roaring fire and glasses filled with cheer; carolers grouped round the door, their jaunty hats catching the snow as it falls; a nice fat goose resting upon a platter, surrounded by apples. And of course, fig pudding for dessert.
Right. Jolly good. I should like to see that very much.
These images of Christmas cheer are miles away from where I sit now, at the Spence Academy for Young Ladies, forced to construct a drummer boy ornament using only tinfoil, cotton, and a small bit of string, as if performing some diabolical experiment in cadaver regeneration. Mary Shelley's monster could not be half so frightening as this ridiculous thing. The figure will not remind a soul of Christmas happiness. More likely, it will reduce children to tears.
"This is impossible," I grumble. I elicit no pity from any quarter. Even Felicity and Ann, my two dearest friends, which is to say my only friends here, will not come to my aid. Ann is determined to turn wet sugar and small bits of kindling into an exact replica of the Christ child in a manger. She seems to take no notice of anything beyond her own two hands. For her part, Felicity turns her cool gray eyes to me as if to say, Suffer. I am.
No, instead, it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dear, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
"I cannot fathom what is giving you such trouble, Miss Doyle. Really, it is the simplest thing in the world. Look, I've done four already." She holds out her four perfect tinfoil boys for inspection. There is a round of oohing and aahing over their beautifully shaped arms, the tiny woolen scarves--knit by Cecily's capable hands, but of course--and those delicate licorice smiles that make them seem overjoyed to be hanging by the neck from a Christmas tree.
Two weeks until Christmas and my mood blackens by the hour. The tinfoil boy seems to be begging me to shoot him. Compelled by a force larger than myself, I cannot seem to keep from placing the crippled ornament boy on the side table and performing a little show. I move the ugly thing, forcing him to drag his useless leg like Mr. Dickens's treacly Tiny Tim.
"God bless us, every one," I warble in a pathetic, high-pitched voice.
This is greeted by horrified silence. Every eye is averted. Even Felicity, who is not known as the soul of decorum, seems cowed. Behind me, there is the familiar sound of a throat being cleared in grand disapproval. I turn to see Mrs. Nightwing, Spence's frosty headmistress, staring down at me as if I were a leper. Blast.
"Miss Doyle, do you suppose that to be humorous? Making light of the very real pain of London's unfortunates?"
"I--I . . . why . . ."
Mrs. Nightwing peers at me over her spectacles. Her graying pouf of hair is like a nimbus warning of the storm to come.
"Perhaps, Miss Doyle, if you were to spend time in service to the poor, wrapping bandages as I once did in my own youth during the Crimean War, you would acquire a healthy and much-needed dose of sympathy."
"Y-yes, Mrs. Nightwing. I don't know how I could have been so unkind," I blabber.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.
"For this you shall lose ten good conduct marks and I shall expect you to perform an act of charity during the holiday as penance."
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing."
"You shall write a full account of this charitable act and tell me how it has enriched your character."
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing."
"And that ornament needs much work."
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing."
"Have you any questions?"
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing. I meant, no, Mrs. Nightwing. Thank you."
An act of charity? Over the holiday? Would enduring time with my brother, Thomas, count toward that end? Blast. I've done it now.
"Mrs. Nightwing?" The sheer sound of Cecily's voice could make me froth at the mouth. "I hope these are satisfactory. I do so want to be of service to the unfortunate."
It's possible that I shall lose consciousness from holding back a very loud Ha! at this. Cecily, who never misses an opportunity to tease Ann about her scholarship status, wants nothing to do with the poor. What she does want is to be Mrs. Nightwing's lapdog.
Mrs. Nightwing holds Cecily's perfect ornaments up to the light for inspection. "These are exemplary, Miss Temple. I commend you."
Cecily gives a very smug smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Nightwing."
Ah, Christmas.
With a heavy sigh, I take apart my pathetic ornament and begin again. My eyes burn and blur. I rub them but it does no good. What I need is sleep, but sleep is the very thing I fear. For weeks, I've been haunted by wicked warnings of dreams. I cannot remember much when I awaken, only snatches here and there. A sky roiling with red and gray. A painted flower dripping tears of blood. Strange forests of light. My face, grave and questioning, reflected in water. But the images that stay with me are of her, beautiful and sad.
"Why did you leave me here?" she cries, and I cannot answer. "I want to come back. I want us to be together again." I break away and run, but her cry finds me. "It's your fault, Gemma! You left me here! You left me!"
That is all I remember when I wake each morning before dawn, gasping and covered in perspiration, more tired than when I went to bed. They are only dreams. Then why do they leave me feeling so troubled?


From the Hardcover edition.

Excerpted from Rebel Angels by Libba Bray
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The second book in the critically acclaimed New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestselling Gemma Doyle trilogy, an exhilarating and haunting saga from the author of The Diviners series and Going Bovine.

Ah, Christmas! Gemma Doyle is looking forward to a holiday from Spence Academy, spending time with her friends in the city, attending ritzy balls, and on a somber note, tending to her ailing father. As she prepares to ring in the New Year, 1896, a handsome young man, Lord Denby, has set his sights on Gemma, or so it seems. Yet amidst the distractions of London, Gemma’s visions intensify–visions of three girls dressed in white, to whom something horrific has happened, something only the realms can explain. . . .

The lure is strong, and before long, Gemma, Felicity, and Ann are turning flowers into butterflies in the enchanted world of the realms that Gemma alone can bring them to. To the girls’ great joy, their beloved Pippa is there as well, eager to complete their circle of friendship.

But all is not well in the realms–or out. The mysterious Kartik has reappeared, telling Gemma she must find the Temple and bind the magic, else great disaster will befall her. Gemma’s willing to do his intrusive bidding, despite the dangers it brings, for it means she will meet up with her mother’ s greatest friend–and now her foe, Circe. Until Circe is destroyed, Gemma cannot live out her destiny. But finding Circe proves a most perilous task.

“Extraordinary.”—VOYA in a Perfect 10 Review

“Remarkable.” —School Library Journal


A New York Times Bestseller
A USA Today Bestseller
A Publishers Weekly Bestseller
A Book Sense Bestseller
A Book Sense Top Ten Selection
BBYA (ALA/YALSA Best Book for Young Adults)
Colorado Blue Spruce Young Adult Book Award
Iowa High School Book Award
Pennsylvania Young Reader’s Choice Award
Golden Spur Children’s Literature Book Award (TX)


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