When I tell you that I was scared to read this because of the tennis… I’m so glad I pushed through and read it anyway.

This book is not about tennis. I found Carrie very relatable due to her perfectionism and how independent she requires herself to be. Nobody can get close, aside from her father. She must win, no matter the cost.

She’s cold, unfeeling, and has been granted the nickname that no woman ever wants to be called: the bitch. She doesn’t wave at fans or kiss babies. She’s there for one reason: to win.