Saints and Misfits

Saints and Misfits

<b>A</b><b> William C. Morris Award Finalist</b><BR> <b>An <i>Entertainment Weekly </i>Best YA Book of 2017</b><BR> <BR><i>Saints and Misfits</i> is a “timely and authentic” (<i>School Library Journal</i>, starred review) debut novel that feels like a modern day <i>My So-Called Life</i>…starring a Muslim teen.<BR><BR>There are three kinds of people in my world:<BR> <BR>1. Saints, those special people moving the world forward. Sometimes you glaze over them. Or, at least, I do. They’re in your face so much, you can’t see them, like how you can’t see your nose.<BR> <BR>2. Misfits, people who don’t belong. Like me—the way I don’t fit into Dad’s brand-new family or in the leftover one composed of Mom and my older brother, Mama’s-Boy-Muhammad.<BR> <BR>Also, there’s Jeremy and me. Misfits. Because although, alliteratively speaking, Janna and Jeremy sound good together, we don’t go together. Same planet, different worlds.<BR> <BR>But sometimes worlds collide and beautiful things happen, right?<BR> <BR>3. Monsters. Well, monsters wearing saint masks, like in Flannery O’Connor’s stories.<BR> <BR>Like the monster at my mosque.<BR> <BR>People think he’s holy, untouchable, but nobody has seen under the mask.<BR> <BR>Except me.