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Saints for All Occasions | What I'm Reading

Oh how I love a good book. I always have. This latest book I read in THREE days. Now that's not too common for me unless it's Debbie Macomber or Nora Roberts novel, which those, I can finish in a weekend just by reading in the evenings. I usually have several books (both fiction and non-fiction) on my nightstand, and I'm somewhere in the middle of each.


Saints for All Occasions by J. Courtney Sullivan was one I just couldn't put down! It was on the local library's recommended reads shelf one day and as I passed, I grabbed it. I have a love affair with the saints of the church, so anything that incorporates them intrigues me. The next hint that this book was totally for me - a picture of the Miraculous Medal was on the inside cover. Mary's my girl.

Within the first few pages I was hooked. I fell in love with the novel's Irish Catholic sisters, Nora and Theresa. And yes my beloved saints of the church made multiple appearances in such beautiful everyday life ways. As the story unfolded, page after page, I was drawn to each sister's unique path, struggles, faith and vocation of motherhood. Sullivan has such a refreshing and authentic way of storytelling. I'm definitely grabbing a few more of her books.

Being from a huge Catholic family, I so identified with the undertones of the book. I laughed. I cried. And I kept turning the pages. It was raw, beautifully woven and full of things to ponder.

One sister tirelessly tries to control everything and everyone, even her family's and her own "truths." The other sister eventually becomes a cloistered nun with a much different path and viewpoint. The sisters lives are so entangled due to one life event and the choices made in the moment, but how they each cope with that over time is where the delightstruck resides is in this memorable read.

A beautiful human story of faith and motherhood. Possibly a perfect Mother's Day gift for book loving mama.

-Jen

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