“Saint Anything” was...good.
That’s the only word I have for it. It was good. It wasn’t stunning, wasn’t memorable, wasn’t bad. It was just good. I liked it, but I never really felt in the mood to read it. It was just a book.
This book was sold as “psychologically probing” and “poignant” but it just...wasn’t? There wasn’t a lot of thought-provoking content and I didn’t really think the deeper meaning sold itself. The plot covered a lot of great topics, and the book itself was enjoyable, but it just seemed too bland to me. I was hoping for something thoughtful and introspective, but I guess I should have lowered my expectations.
The plot was something I was interested in. This book follows Sydney after her brother Peyton is sent to prison after crippling a boy in a drunk-driving accident. Her family struggles with the reality that Peyton, the golden boy, is not so golden after all. In this wake of the court judgement, Sydney transfers schools and meets the Chathams - the family of a girl she befriends.
“I was used to being invisible. People rarely saw me, and if they did, they never looked close. I wasn't shiny and charming like my brother, stunning and graceful like my mother, or smart and dynamic like my friends. That's the thing, though. You always think you want to be noticed. Until you are.”
Sydney is the girl used to being the height of normal. She’s white, comes from a pretty rich family, goes (went) to a private school, does gymnastics, gets great grades. All the basics. But after Peyton’s accident, she moves schools and meets new people.
The characters were pretty simple, but the side characters were so bland and I kept getting them confused. I just didn’t see the need for them.
Layla was nice and definitely provided a great relationship, but I feel like her character just fell towards the end. She was definitely good at the beginning, and then she kind of opened onto the rest of her family and...started dating a jerk. And then she just became Mac’s sister, or Sydney’s best friend, and didn’t get as much of a spotlight as herself anymore.
“All I want is someone decent.” She sniffled again, her eyes filling with tears. “You know? Kind. Good. Like in all those love stories I’m such an expert on. It can’t just be fiction. It can’t. Those guys are out there, I know it. I just can’t find them.”
Mac was okay. He was introduced as Layla’s brother at first, but then Sydney started liking him and I feel like the rest of his characterization was overdone and not really necessary. It felt like he pushed all the other characters out.
I would go into everyone else, but I don’t really remember them and I don’t feel like anyone else was that important. So this book didn’t have amazing characterization.
There was too much romance. Sydney was supposed to be falling for Mac, and it was supposed to be a sweet arc, but it was just too much for me. I came here wanting a look at the aftermath of an accident when your family was the one who is “the villain” of the scene. And I got this instead:
"You had on a shirt with mushrooms on it, and your hair was pulled back. Silver earrings. Pepperoni slice. No lollipop."
I just looked at him, confused. Layla was walking toward us now.
"The first time you came into Seaside," he said. "You weren't invisible, not to me. Just so you know.”
I like that they both noticed each other and bonded over their need to not be the same way they always had been, but it just went too far for me.
“He had a nice smile. Seeing it, I felt like I’d won a prize, because he was so sparing with them.”
I also didn’t like the mindset about food it projected. This was a pretty minor plot point, but since I’m too conscious about my own eating habits (anorexia does that, even during/after recovery) I just had to see it.
Mac, when Sydney met him, was very different than he was in his middle school years. He’d lost weight and was much more attractive, apparently. But the way his diet was portrayed kind of just rubbed me the wrong way. He gave up all junk food and ate low-carb crackers for dessert...which, sure, is healthy if you eat enough and your mental health isn’t harmed by your food rules. But I just didn’t like how he restricted so much and had all these rules that he set - partly because when I did that, I did it wrong. Since this wasn’t touched on a lot and was used more for characterization than anything, I can assume it was healthy and didn’t mean a lot. It’s just that I feel like that wasn’t the best plot point to have in the book.
I did like a lot of the other themes this book carried. For example, Ames.
Ames was Peyton’s friend and a close friend of Sydney’s family. To the point that he came around basically every day, let himself into the house, etc.
He was really a disgusting character to me. The way he acted around Sydney was just so subtly creepy and concerning that you could tell something was off, and no one else was noticing it. And I loved that this was put in the book, because a lot of girls know that feeling. That feeling that someone is just a little too close, a little too nice. This was such an important thing to have in the book, and even though it deviated a bit from the plot, I would say it was definitely necessary.
The best part, in my opinion, was how invisibility and change were portrayed.
Sydney was used to being the quiet one, dealing with the pressure that everyone else placed on her without realizing it. With the shadow of Peyton gone, she should have been able to get her parents’ attention now - but now they’re focused on his prison time.
“I’d done the right thing. I always did. It just would have been nice if someone had noticed.”
It gets to the point that her mother tries to organize a potluck with Peyton and some of the other inmates and their parents, for one of their meeting days. Their parents were obviously trying to make things normal again, without realizing that things couldn’t be normal anymore.
I think a really interesting point was when Sydney finally talked to Peyton over the phone, without their parents in the picture. She learned how Peyton looked back on his running around in childhood with regret, saying that his act as the golden boy wasn’t worth it. Sydney was too used to Peyton being the one in the spotlight, doing everything that no one else would do in all the best and worst ways. And then there was Peyton, saying that it was stupid.
“You get used to people being a certain way; you depend on it. And when they surprise you, for better or worse, it can shake you to your core.”
I loved how lost Sydney felt, experimenting and trying to keep all of her old and new friendships tied together. It really showed how confusing the process of change is and how weird it is to transition. And I loved how the pressure on Sydney to stay the same, to stay constant, and just suck it all up was represented. Her parents were unintentionally burdening her, making her feel unneeded, after everything else.
“I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.”
This book covered healing and learning, personalities and the things that you don’t see. I loved how it dealt with misconceptions and mindsets. It covered a lot of relevant topics.
It just wasn’t enough. The characters were too bland, the plot ran out of direction the second it became romance, and the underlying themes were just that - underlying meanings that were brought out too obviously at the major points. This is a good book. It just didn’t deliver enough for what I was expecting.
To be completely honest, I kind of (not really?) regret buying this book. I will definitely be rereading it and it's definitely a good book. It’s just that there were other books I could have gotten that I might have been more invested in.
“That was just it. You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget. Maybe even a carousel.”