My name saint is famous for her purity. Her untouched-by-boys-ness. I am also famous for this, by concidence. Antonia Lucia Labella has two secrets: At fifteen, she’s still waiting for her first kiss, and she wants to be a saint. An official one. Unfortunately, the two events seem equally unlikely to happen, but it’s not for lack of trying. Every month for the last eight years, Antonia has proposed a new patron saint to the Vatican, bravely offering herself for the post. (So what if she’s not dead?) And she’s been praying for the attention of the tall, dark, and so good-looking Andy Rotellini way too long to admit. But then there’s her friend Michael McGinnis. Antonia doesn’t even know what to ask the saints to do about that situation. He’s kissed all the girls in school. Should she just get it over with and kiss Michael? Not a chance! Prospective saints never give up that easily.