By Liam Callanan

The acclaimed writer of The Cloud Atlas returns with a wondrous moment novel. Set in a small beachfront Catholic highschool, narrated by means of a fantastically advanced heroine–theology instructor Emily Hamilton–All Saints is without delay a secret, a love tale, and a strong rumination on secrets and techniques, temptation, and religion.

By life’s midpoint Emily has noticeable 3 husbands, dozens of buddies, and 1000s of scholars come and pass. And now her school room, lengthy her safe haven, is proving to be
anything yet.

Though her well known, sometimes irreverent church heritage direction is wealthy with tales of long-dead saints, Emily uneasily discovers that it’s her personal tumultuous existence that fascinates convinced scholars such a lot. She in flip unearths herself drawn into their global, their secrets and techniques, and the fateful offerings they make.

A novel of poser and illumination, calling and selection, All Saints explores lives lived in a delicate sanctuary–from Emily and her many saints to a clergyman dealing with his personal mortality and plagued by wish. instructed with grace and compassion, this can be a spellbinding novel of provocative storytelling.

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