The Saint Who Loved Me

‘Suppose I was to come to you and tell you, oh, I don't know...' I pretend to look up at the ceiling and think. ‘Suppose I was to come to you and say that St. Peter is visiting me every night. What would you say?'
‘Is he, Maggie?'
‘Pardon?'
‘Is St. Peter visiting you every night?'
Those brown eyes shine with compassion. And I completely blow it, starting to shake.
‘Yes,' I say, ‘he is.'

Maggie White has a problem. It's not her nightmare commute, the difficult tampon launch or the fact that her marriage is on the rocks. No, Maggie's real problem is that Saint Peter is visiting her in the bedroom every night…and he looks like Sean Connery. He's got a PR problem or, more accurately, Jesus does. Now it's Maggie's problem, too.

Outrageously funny and unashamedly hopeful, The Saint Who Loved Me is a dazzling, compassionate and intelligent look at the modern world and how we live in it.