At first, I thought this was a book in which you needed to like hockey in order to love it. It takes a while, but it pivots into something else and became a little more interesting. It handles the sexual assault narrative very well, but almost in a cookie-cutter way. Which is okay, but the book as a whole is written in generic platitudes and plods along with weird, corny life messages. (Sidenote: it takes pains to name quite a few characters but a couple of them are strangely not named so are only referred to in terms of their relationship to another character, even as they show up again and again and again - i.e., Kira's colleague, Kevin's mom. This made me scrunch my face a bunch.)

I think a lot of people will like this book a lot, and I don't want to hinder anyone from reading it. But I really enjoy good prose and this did not have it for me. I liked it well enough, and I think it would be a good tool for young readers in terms of empathy and... taking a closer look at the ways of life or heroes you may worship, because everyone is fallible.