Years ago I talked to an astrologer about my broken heart. Here's the thing, I told him. You know me as well as, or better, than anyone. So what do I do? And he told me to visualize this as a cloud, hanging above my head. A real, physical cloud. And when it hurt I should look at the cloud and acknowledge its existence, but go on about my day. Acceptance was the first half of the battle.

The thesis of All The Crooked Saints is the same. In order to survive your darkness, you must face it and learn something from it, or it will take over the rest of your life.

This beautiful and enchanting novel features an enormous cast of characters, described in bite size sentences, who form a story that buoys the heart. It is about learning to grow, and learning to love, and realizing that sometimes other people are wrong about you, but other times they are right.