- Paperback: 320 pages
- Publisher: MTV Books (September 28, 2010)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1439148236
- ISBN-13: 978-1439148235
- Product Dimensions: 5 x 0.9 x 7 inches
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About the Author
Christopher Golden is the New York Times bestselling author of novels for adults and younger readers. In addition to the Magic Zero quartet, his YA fiction includes Poison Ink and both the Prowlers series and the Body of Evidence series of teen thrillers, several of which have appeared on the YALSA Best Books for Young Readers list. His current work-in-progress is Cemetery Girl, a graphic novel trilogy collaboration with Charlaine Harris. He has cowritten three illustrated novels with Mike Mignola, the first of which, Baltimore, or The Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire, was the launching pad for the Eisner-nominated, New York Times bestselling comic book series Baltimore. As an editor, he has worked on the short story anthologies The New Dead, The Monster’s Corner, and 21st Century Dead, among others, and has also written and cowritten video games, screenplays, and a network television pilot. His original novels have been published in more than fourteen languages in countries around the world.
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Rose woke with the echoes of bad dreams like cobwebs in her mind and the memory of a kiss still upon her lips. Through slitted eyes she could see only the gauzy haze of dim lights, and when she tried to move every inch of her protested with an ache that went down to the bone.
A soft moan escaped her as she blinked away the brightness. Disoriented, she lolled her head to the side and at last could make out the shape of a person standing not far from her bed. The blur to her vision began to diminish and the shape came slowly into focus until she could make out a middle-aged woman with soft cocoa skin staring at her with wide eyes.
The woman spoke a few words in a language unfamiliar to her, but Rose understood her expression well enough—she was astonished to find Rose awake. Her garments were a soft blue with words in stitching on the breast: ST. MICHAEL’S HOSPITAL, which suggested some kind of nurse, though the spelling seemed odd to Rose.
The nurse held up a finger as though to indicate she should not go anywhere, an absurd caution considering she felt as though she had been trampled by horses, and then rushed from the room calling out for a doctor. Only, like the spelling of “hospital,” the word didn’t sound quite right in her ears, so Rose understood this must be the word for “doctor” in another tongue.
Left alone, she managed to glance around and saw curtains and chairs, as well as strange metal and glass structures… machines. Her mind supplied the word and she tested it in her thoughts and found that it fit. The machines beeped in quiet rhythm, light dancing across their glass faces in lines and blips. She tried to sit up, but the effort was too much and she felt consciousness slipping away.
Some time later—precisely how long she could not have said—she heard the murmur of voices. The murmur became a drone and then, as she opened her eyes, a full-blown conversation, at once both excited and concerned. But she knew this only from tone. The language still made no sense to her, as though the people around her were purposely speaking gibberish with the cadence of an actual language.
No… wait. There was her name—Rose—or something like it.
The nurse had returned with several others, including an ebony-skinned woman and a man with the exotic features and the dark complexion of the Middle East. Despite their differences, they all spoke the same nonsense language, words that made no sense to her, though they glanced at her and at one another as they conversed.
One man had thick glasses set upon the bridge of his long, proud nose and a ring of silver that was all that remained of his hair. He bent over her with a smile, eyes full of merry wonder. She liked him immediately, and some of her fear went away.
“Rose,” he began and then went on in that garble that made her despair.
The doctor paused, narrowing his eyes. He drew back in confusion, and she saw in his expression the very moment when he realized she did not understand them. The worry in his face filled her with a new rush of fear. A part of her had been hoping this would turn out to be some awful trick, but his reaction could not have been feigned. Their expressions showed that they expected her to understand, and the fact that she didn’t troubled them. Which meant something must be very wrong with her.
Rose felt her heart pounding in her chest, and she opened her mouth, trying to speak, but she managed barely a croak. Even if she could have spoken words they would have understood, that dry rasp would not allow her to utter them.
The hawk-nosed doctor gestured to the nurse, who hurried away and returned a moment later with a small cup of melting ice chips. As the others babbled on, glancing repeatedly at her, Rose closed her lips on the edge of the paper cup and sucked a few ice chips into her mouth. They soothed her throat, but still she could barely whisper, and even that took a good deal of effort. She could feel exhaustion weighing on her.
Her head began to loll to one side, her eyes to close, and then she saw the needles jutting from her arm, tubes taped to her flesh leading to a clear bag of fluid that hung from a metal hook. There were other tubes connected to her, and… what were they called? Wires.
What have they done to me? she thought, even as she slipped again into oblivion.
The third time she woke to that strange bright room of doctors and machines, Rose felt better. Not a lot, but enough that she took a deep breath and felt some of the fear ease from her. Two of the doctors—the hawk-nosed man and the ebony-skinned woman—stood by the open door talking quietly. They did not seem to have noticed her waking.
“Rose,” a gentle voice asked, full of concern.
Weakly, she turned to her left and saw two women sitting in hard-backed chairs staring at her and, to her utter relief, she recognized them immediately. The woman on the left, her aunt Suzette, had a pleasant roundness to both face and figure and blond curls that hung to her shoulders like a young girl’s. On the right, Aunt Fay was her opposite, thin and gangly with jet black hair and pale ivory skin, small round glasses perched on her nose.
A rush of joy filled Rose, quickly dashed by the terrible fear that when her aunts opened their mouths, she would not understand a single word they spoke. But Aunt Suzette solved the problem immediately.
“Rose, my darling,” she said, cheeks flushing even redder than usual with delight. “At last you return to us. What a gift today is! So many times the doctors said you might never wake, but I knew.” She glanced at her sister. “Didn’t I know, Fay?”
Aunt Fay’s smile was thin and though she was obviously pleased to see Rose awake, it would have been unlike her to indulge in the kind of glee that Aunt Suzette exuded. Instead, she studied her niece as though worried that this good turn of fortune might hide some trick within it.
“You knew, Suzette,” Aunt Fay said. She looked at Rose with a familiar, amused glint in her eye. “She knew, Rose.”
“Auntie,” Rose said, practically shaking with her relief and happiness at waking to find them with her, these two women who loved her so much. “I was so afraid. I don’t remember what happened to me… how I got here. And I didn’t recognize anyone. And… I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I thought something was… wait, was something wrong with me? Obviously something is, but… oh, you know what I mean.”
Only after this rush of babble had ceased did she realize that the doctors had stopped to stare at her. Rose shifted awkwardly under the spotlight of their attention, and then she realized what had surprised them. When she had woken last time, she had barely been able to croak a syllable. But now…
The hawk-nosed doctor said something to her aunts in that same unfamiliar language. But she realized now that it wasn’t as unfamiliar as she had thought. The word French was in there somewhere. Aunt Suzette replied to the doctor in the same language, waving a hand in the air.
Rose fixed her gaze on pale, birdlike Aunt Fay. “They’re speaking English.”
Aunt Fay arched an eyebrow. “Of course,” she said, and then she frowned in sudden understanding. “You are having trouble with the language?”
As Aunt Suzette rose and went over to speak to the doctors, Aunt Fay leaned in and touched Rose on the hand.
“Your mind is playing tricks on you,” Aunt Fay said firmly. “Things like this can happen with a head injury and a long period of mental hibernation. Focus. Listen to them. French is our first language, Rose, but you learned English in school and you speak it just as well as you do French. Better. Listen.”
Rose watched Aunt Suzette with the doctors, concentrating on the shapes of the words. She made out “sleep” and “girl,” but nothing else until an entire phrase “different parts of the brain.” And then it felt like a curtain had been torn away that had blocked out an entire corner of her mind and the language flooded in; she understood everything they were saying.
She wished she had not.
“… possible that there are parts of her memory that Rose will never be able to recover,” the hawk-nosed doctor was saying. “Some skills can be relearned, even after a coma of this duration. If the part of her brain that knew the English language has been damaged, new pathways can open up. It is likely that she can be taught to speak English again, unless all of her language centers are disrupted, which she has just demonstrated is unlikely. Even lost memories may resurface after a time, but she needs to be prepared for the possibility that they won’t.”
Rose tried to sit up, muscles screaming in protest at the simplest movement. Her red hair fell across her face and she managed to reach up and brush it away from her eyes.
“But I might remember?” she asked.
For she could recall nothing of her life before today except for her aunts and their love for her. The hollow feeling inside her mind made her want to scream. Without her aunts there, she would have felt entirely lost.
Aunt Suzette clapped her hands. “There, you see!” she said in accented English. “You were worried when she didn’t understand you. The girl’s been comatose for two years. Of course her brain’s gone a bit soft in that time. It will all come back to her.”
Rose stared at her, eyes widening. “Two years?” she said, repeating the words in English. “But what happened to me?”
Aunt Fay shot Aunt Suzette a withering glare, then adopted a warm smile meant only for Rose.
“It’s awful, I know,” Aunt Fay said in French. “But you’re awake now. And Aunt Suzette and I are going to do everything we can to help you catch up with all that you’ve missed. There’s going to be some physical therapy…”
Aunt Fay glanced at the hawk-nosed doctor, who nodded encouragingly.
“… but it won’t be long until you’re home safe with us. You can redecorate your bedroom however you like, and when you return to school—”
“Mrs. DuBois,” the hawk-nosed doctor said, “Rose needs her rest.”
Aunt Suzette laughed out loud and cocked a hip at the doctor. “Her rest? You can’t be serious. She’s been sleeping for—”
“Suzette!” Aunt Fay snapped. “The doctor is correct. Rose needs time to recover her strength.”
Aunt Suzette looked miffed, even hurt. Her usually jovial nature gave way to a pout. “I don’t need telling. You are the one in such a rush to send her off to school to deal with bullying teachers and cruel children.”
“Stop that,” Aunt Fay said. “You’ll frighten her. Rose has lost enough of her life to this horrid sleep. She needs to live now. She—”
“Auntie,” Rose said softly, her voice silencing them both. “I’m all right. At least I think I am. I don’t… maybe to both of you I’ve been asleep for two years, but I remember so little that it feels like my whole lifetime. I don’t… I don’t even remember home.”
Rose didn’t want to cry, but as weak and exhausted as she was, she could not keep her eyes from filling with tears.
“You’ll be all right,” Aunt Fay said. “I promise you, Rose.”
Rose wiped at her eyes. “But I don’t remember anything.”
“Not true,” Aunt Suzette said, sitting beside her on the bed. She scooped Rose into her pudgy embrace. “You remember us. The rest will come, but for now, you have us. We’ll always look after you. Oh, we missed you so much!”
Aunt Fay sat on the other side of the bed and took her hand. Rose met her steady, reassuring gaze and took a deep breath.
“I’m afraid to go back to sleep,” she confessed in a whisper, hoping the doctors would not hear.
Aunt Fay leaned toward her, her eyes kind, her voice low. “Nothing to be afraid of now, darling girl. The doctors will help get all your parts in working order again, but for now, it’s all right to close your eyes.”
“Yes,” Aunt Suzette agreed, smiling as she kissed the top of Rose’s head. “We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ve waited this long. What’s another few hours when you’ve got your whole life to look forward to again?”
Rose sighed contentedly and settled down, no longer caring that the doctors were there observing them. She felt loved and protected with her aunts around her. A small part of her still feared she would fall asleep and never wake, but she had been drifting in and out all day, and she knew the worst was over. Her life could begin anew.
But as she began to drift off, eyelids drooping, she caught a look that passed between her aunts. She wanted to speak up but she did not have the strength to fight her exhaustion, and she surrendered to sleep wondering what had been in that silent communication between Aunt Fay and Aunt Suzette.
Rose thought it had looked like fear.
© 2010 CHRISTOPHER GOLDEN
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Rose wakes up in a hospital bed in an unfamiliar place, with the people around her speaking a language she cannot understand. Confused and disoriented, it isn't until her two aunts come into the room that she feels the first quaking reassurances that she is not crazy. For she recognizes her aunts and they speak in her native French to her. When she responds without trouble, and even begins to remember the English she once knew, the doctors relax a little. Having been in a coma for several years, it comes as a huge surprise to Rose that her aunts brought her to America to receive the best treatment they could find. They live in a small brownstone in downtown Boston and, as soon as she's ready and recuperated, they're going to take her there and help her pick up the threads of her life. And recover she does. But the dreams don't go away. Every night Rose dreams she is a princess in a faraway land, watching her father prepare the country for war, knowing it is a losing battle. Dark forces are assembling to destroy her kingdom and it seems Rose herself may be the only hope for averting total destruction. But her aunts brush these dreams off as vestiges of her coma and Rose tries to shrug them away as she starts school and tries to jump start her life again.
Christopher Golden has come up with a great angle from which to tell this familiar tale. Waking up from the coma and only catching bits and snatches of her former life in disturbing dreams, it's easy for Rose to believe this is the only life she's ever led and that her Aunt Fay and her Aunt Suzette have nothing but her best interests at heart and are only trying to help her begin anew. I loved the strength Rose possessed, even with how fragmented her memory was and I loved how much she longed for normalcy and friends and earnestly went after the things she wanted. With her flowing skirts and straightforward attitude, she won me over even as she won over Kaylie, Dom, and Jared. Shunned by the popular crowd, and dubbed "Coma Girl" by pretty much everyone, she pushes through the horrors of high school with a determination and a thick skin I fully admired. Hampered by her seemingly insanely overprotective aunts, Rose struggles to engage in any kind of social life. Even with exuberant Kaylie and quietly interested Jared around encouraging her to step out a little and have some fun, Rose finds it hard to disobey her aunts in even the most minor of ways. I liked her for it. As aching as those restraints were, it was clear that her aunts were hiding something. Something huge. And I waited with baited breath for Rose to discover what it was and see how she chose to handle that new and fantastic knowledge. It really was her integrity of character and the very sweetly developing relationship with Jared that glued me to the page. The final conflict does happen rather suddenly (though pretty spectacularly) and I could have done with a slightly more protracted resolution--but when could I ever not? Overall, WHEN ROSE WAKES is a thoroughly engaging read and one I enjoyed from cover to cover. Recommended for fans of fairy tale retellings, gentle love stories, and strong heroines.
I love fairy tale retellings. Most authors take the hollow, flat characters in fairy tales and make them into multidimensional, relatable characters in the modern world. Christopher Golden does this very well, especially with a princess story. In Sleeping Beauty, the prince comes along and solves all of the princess's problems (while she lies passively) with a kiss, a marriage, and they live happily ever after. When Rose Wakes is drastically different from the original tale, mostly because of Rose. She is a strong person that starts her life from practically nothing. Her ways of dealing with problems like the horrible cheerleader Courtney are effective without lowering herself to Courtney's level. Although she can take care of herself, she is still a confused teenager who's not sure about what to do when she likes a guy or if she should listen to her aunts or who are her true friends. The "prince" in this tale is a main character, but he doesn't act as the savior that rescues the helpless princess from peril. They have an actual relationship. Other aspects of the story are also changed. The overall tone is much darker than the original while still preserving the essence of the story. The danger is much more present and makes the fantastical aspects of the novel more gritty and disturbing than those of the real world. I also really liked the twist on the spindle aspect of the curse, but I won't spoil anything here.
When Rose Wakes is an adventure filled retelling of Sleeping Beauty. I love the changes and improvements made to the story and I hope there is another book written about Rose. I would recommend it to lovers of fantasy and fairy tales.