He built his first website at nine. He was cataloguing miracles by eleven. By fifteen he was gone — and somehow that turned out to be the beginning, not the end.

Carlo Acutis is eleven, obsessed with computers, and mildly exasperated that his parents don't bother coming to Mass. He isn't trying to become a saint. He's trying to solve an interesting research problem: somebody should be tracking every Eucharistic miracle and Marian apparition in history in one place, with sources, and it might as well be him.

Half a world and twenty years away, a Mumbai teenager who has never once found church interesting gets handed a stack of exhibition panels and a deadline. What's in the boxes is Carlo's list — years of impossible case files, patiently gathered one at a time. What's not in the boxes is any explanation of why a seventeen-year-old with exams, a group chat, and better things to do should care.

MY HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN moves between Milan and Mumbai, between a boy who died before he could finish growing up and a reader very much like the one holding this book — tracing what happens when old evidence runs into a new skeptic who won't be talked into anything. It doesn't ask you to believe. It asks you to look at what's actually in the file.

A historical novel about the internet's first saint, for anyone who needs the receipts before they'll believe the story.