"A deeply moving and exciting novel." —Roddy Doyle
They were fallen angels, Satan’s henchmen, and they were everywhere.
“I wanted to be the one Father Tom winked at, the one whose hair he gently touched with his large, sturdy hands.”
“If you let God in and then don’t let him out again, what happens to your body?”
“Finding solace through trusting God became frustrating.”
God has given you a special task, they said. Save your mother’s soul.
Getting trashed was my way of announcing who I was: not Mormon.
“I am not in awe of God, but I am in awe of faith.”
“What happened to my night that was supposed to offer me a glimpse of hope?”
“I say I have sloughed off religion like a diseased limb.”
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