I picked up The Lives of Saints by Leigh Bardugo because, well, the cover caught my eye, and I still occasionally like a good fairy tale. It was in the new book section of my library, and it is strangely reminiscent of many books I’ve seen in my travels in Eastern Europe. Not to mention many of the place names are modified real place names in Russian.
The art was good. The stories were generally good, although some were truncated to where the reader might shrug at the end. No matter.
The book was a relaxing evening read. Impersonal and at times I wondered f there really was a patron saint like the one described. I gave it 4 stars mainly because it was restful, the art was good, and I didn’t have to work too hard to read it.