Angry and bitter about her parent's divorce, sixteen-year-old Faith Everett isn't pleased when her mother packs up their lives and moves them to the small town of Meadow. Faith has a bone to pick with the world and prefers to stay away from the company of others. She has her reasons, but she's not about to share them with anyone. Hope Chamberlain, often referred to as the Mother Theresa of Meadow, has spent her life devoted to service, tradition, and the unshaken belief that goodness can mend whatever's broken. She leads her church's summer camp with a heart full of conviction and the belief that no soul is beyond saving. When Faith is forced to attend the same summer camp, their lives collide, and the two couldn't be more different. Hope wants to help Faith rediscover her religion--Faith just wants Hope to disappear. But as the girls' lives intertwine, what begins as resistance turns into a quiet, fragile connection that neither one of them expects. As the summer unfolds, both girls are forced to confront painful secrets, question their beliefs, and redefine what family and friendship truly mean. A poignant coming-of-age story about love, loss, and redemption. Hope and Faith explores the beauty of heartbreak, and how two opposites learn that healing sometimes begins in the most unexpected places.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.