This is the
story of Phoebe, an orphan girl with aspirations of becoming a hockey player.
Her earliest memory is about her wandering the streets at four years old with
skates around her neck and a man took her to the police station. That’s where
it all begins.
Sixteen
years later, Phoebe is living her life in college, where she tries out for the
hockey team.
Written in
the POV of Phoebe, story is an earnest and succinct account of a poor, lonely
girl and a dream. We’re basically reading the girl’s diary by the way it’s
written, and all she talks about is hockey. Every brief snippet seems to center
on hockey. Of course, I believe that girls can play hockey, if that’s what they
want, and Phoebe was literally born for it. She’s smart, savvy, and tough.
Being that
I’m not into sports so much, the hockey stuff wasn’t that interesting to me.
But I admire stories with strong, independent women who go for the gold.
If you say,
“Girls can’t play hockey,” Phoebe says, “Watch me.” You have to admire her
gumption.
Still, I
couldn’t help but feel that the story centered more on hockey than anything
else. Of course, hockey is the central theme, but it becomes weary after a
while. I personally would’ve liked to learn more about Phoebe—her past, her
friends, her life sans hockey. C’mon, the girl should be able to think outside
of hockey. Even in A League of their own,
the girls had other things going for them besides baseball.
All in all,
this was an okay story, but I anticipated it to be more than just hockey. Phoebe’s
a great character and readers will enjoy watching her try and fumble. It’s
hockey’s version of G.I. Jane.
My rating: 2.5 stars
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