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January 20, 2008

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Kate Convissor

When I was a child I loved stories of the saints, but as I grew older, some of those saccharine, overwrought tales not only seemed farfetched, but they also distanced me from these otherworldly creatures. These people performed unnatural feats of endurance; they had supernatural experiences; they never seemed afraid or angry or selfish or lazy. Because these stories placed the saints on a such a superhuman level, they couldn't be examples for those of us who are all too human. Rather than examples, they become intimidating and offputting

What I love about Fr. Martin's book is that he brings a fresh perspective, an infectious enthusiasm, and his own very human, personal perspective to this book of his favorite saints.

Each chapter is a little story, not just of the saint, but of how he became acquainted with him or her. This can be comforting--when he admits to being befuddled by, say, Joan of Ark, whom I was fascinated by as a child, then confounded by as an adult.

I enjoyed his eyewitness account of his journey to Lourdes, and I was especially taken by his enthusiastic devotion to St Ignatius Loyola, the founder of his order (the Jesuits).

This memoir-like account brings these holy men and women to life with a maturity and perspective the old Butler's "Lives of the Saints" couldn't quite manage. They become inspiring in their humanity rather than unattainable in their sanctity.

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