The lovely-but-doesn't-know-it narrator of our tale has a dead father, a crush on a good Italian boy who ignores her, an Irish guy who she is afraid of liking because he actually LIKES her, and a large obsession with becoming a saint, though its clear she really doesn't quite get the importance of dying before being sainted. I thought the book was okay, but I felt like the writer has started the work as historical fiction, been turned down or told to write it as contemporary, and had added modern details without really pulling the meat of the story into the contemporary world. Nay.
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I'm also going to say nay. The obsessing, bubbly crush from afar is nothing new and thus doesn't really do anything to set itself apart as a permanent contribution to the genre.
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