Besides motherhood, Catholic American girls in the fifties were shown one career path. It led to a shimmering goal that earned approval and prestige. What was it? To be a nun; to serve both God and man in the world while denying her own true self. But there was one flaw. a girl is made of flesh and blood. And beneath the clumsy shoes, long skirt and starched veil beats a heart that longs for something not found in the rule book. In this luminous new novel, On Fridays We Dance, you can follow young Chloe Polowski up the steep path and feel the power of faith, love, duty and guilt as they pull her towards the chasm of doubt and despair.