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Tony Forest

Byhlesbrown

I thoroughly enjoyed this book! An intriguing story. I had a hard time putting it down as I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. Kept me in suspense for sure. Characters are well developed—appealing and scary and often at the same time. Great surprises in the end too.

Reminds us that religious positions are jobs and professions just like non-religious ones. We are all fallible humans at our core, which makes for good storytelling! Large faiths are an amalgam of light and dark. There is the wholesome good that draws people in as believers and the bad that takes advantage of them at times. We Are Not Saints: The Priest is a book of light and dark that exposes the whole range of human emotion. It is touching and sentimental, carnal, and at times, disturbing. The author captures this story with a fine grasp of staging and wonderfully sculpted characters. It’s a quick and satisfying read and yet makes you wonder what could possibly happen next. The lightness and darkness of this novel play wonderfully with and against each other page after page.

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