I've had the novel Our Lady of the Forest by David Guterson on my nightstand for years. I've been meaning to read it and when I found myself with no books to read, I pulled it out and started it.
The story is about a teenage girl whose run away from an abusive home life living in a tent in Washington state. One day she sees the Virgin Mary in the forest, who speaks to her. It's pretty interesting.
Last night I read this passage and smiled because there was lint:
Saturday night you can always attend. As well as twice on Sunday. The priest absentmindedly picked lint from his overcoat. So you went to the woods, he observed.
Quotes aren't used in this book, making the conversations just a tiny bid confusing occasionally, but I've gotten used to it.