Antonia wants two things out of her life. She wants to be kissed, and she wants to be the first living saint in Catholic history. Neither one of these goals seems very likely for her. She’s been petitioning the Vatican to add new saint specialties and offering herself as a candidate for sainthood for the past half-dozen years, and she rarely even gets so much as a rejection letter. And there’s no Patron Saint of Kissing, and Antonia’s sure that she won’t get a first kiss without some kind of saintly intercession. The boy she likes, Andy, barely knows she’s alive, and a boy she doesn’t really like happens to really like her. So the only kissing she gets to do is kissing the skinned knees and elbows of neighborhood kids, and the forehead of the woman who hasn’t walked in years. But her kisses seem to heal. But is it possible for Antonia to be a saint while still being a normal fifteen year old girl?
Review by Kathleen
