The Angel Room

Things I hate about Creep:
Always around
Never shuts up
Thinks he’s SO funny
Perfect memory
Ugly AF
Basically a horrible person

Things I like about Creep:
Actually funny sometimes
Was there for me when no one else was
Someone to talk to
Already knows … everything

Have you ever sat in the dark with a secret, and a voice in your ear telling you that you’re not good enough? From debut novelist Lee Call comes a story about what it means to grow out of your past and into your forever.

Everyone has demons, but fifteen-year-old Eleanor can actually talk to hers.

When her family moves to a new neighborhood, gender-questioning artist Eleanor thinks she can escape her past —and the secret she’s been carrying since she was little — but Creep won’t be left behind. He’s her childhood bestie and her only confidant. Always there: fish-bone teeth and gravel voiced. The monster under her bed. The top-tier fan of all her nightmares who keeps her from what she wants most: a new start.

Eleanor has anxiety, intrusive thoughts, and Creep. She doesn’t expect to make friends. Then she meets Mia, a Black goth-girl lesbian in lipstick and army boots, and Virgil, a reformed bad boy with a stable full of horses. Thanks to her new friends, Eleanor begins to question everything. What love really looks like. Her own identity. Who she could be without Creep.

Can she find the courage to share her story and be rid of him forever?

A queer coming-of-age in the tradition of Speak and The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Angel Room explores the power and healing of authenticity. The redemptive nature of friendship. The strength and resilience needed to mend family bonds. And the courage it takes to realize that you deserve to be heard.

A psychological tale in a literary style, this book sifts the shadows and finds hope. The Angel Room may lead readers into the dark, but it leaves the light on. Now complete with deleted scenes, discussion questions, and a sneak peek of the sequel, the illustrated special edition of The Angel Room exists in the spaces between Eleanor’s dark dreamworld and your own imagination.