First things first: thank you thank you thank you, Barry Lyga!!!!! For finally explaining to me the sexual meaning of baseball bases. I had them more or less figured out, (after tons of times of reading over and over and over again about second base or the importance of getting to third base), but I always had some residual doubts left. So, Barry Lyga is a god. Finally someone who's not ashamed to explain it to non-American people!! (Meaning: people without baseball engraved in their brain, and definitely people who are no experts in baseball sexual babble.)

So on the other hand, since my baseball knowledge is kinda low (I mean it: I barely understand what a home run is, how bases work, and what field players are, so don't ask me what those baseball numbers Josh talks about were, because I can only guess, and I'm totally guessing wrong), I got lost in the sport portion of the book. However, I was doing just fine, up until the end, because that last match was definitely painful to read.

This is getting dangerously close to a sports review. Time to change topics.

And talk about...

WHOA.

Yes, this book, as was expected, is unsettling. I had been cautioned, and I'm glad I was. Because it was creepy in a very open and very uncensored way.

I can't really say much more about the book. Only that yes, it is a good book, but no, it won't go unnoticed, because hey, you just don't read a book about sexual child abuse (with very visual scenes between the twelve-year-old and the creep) and just forget it right away. You may like it, or you may not. But it'll definitely keep you thinking (and calling the creep ugly names, perhaps?).

Anyway. Long live soccer, basketball, and all the easy-rules sports!!