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300 pages
First published July 15, 2016
Honor.
Brotherhood.
Tradition.
Nico is a wild stallion full of promise and gifts, and I’m not sure if he can be tamed. I’m not sure if he should.
“Alive,” he says against me, his lips grazing mine with the sweetest words ever. “Loving you- it makes me feel alive.”
“Just don’t ever stop looking at me… Look at me like you expect more. Look at me like it isn’t going to be easy.” He breathes the words against my lips… “Make me earn it… I’ll earn it. I’ll never stop trying to earn it… to earn you.”
Nico Medina’s world is eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it’s a place where doors are open—where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes.
West End is the kind of place that people survive. It buries them—one at a time, one way or another. And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run.
I’m Reagan Prescott—coach’s daughter, sister to the prodigal son, daughter in the perfect family. Life on top. Lies. My world is the ugly one. Private school politics and one of the best high school football programs in the country can break even the toughest souls. Our darkness plays out in whispers and rumors, and money and status trump all. I would know—I’ve watched it kill my family slowly, strangling us for years.
In our twisted world, a boy from West End is the only shining light.
Quarterback.
Hero.
Heart.
Good.
I hated him before I needed him.
I fell for him fast.
I loved him when it was almost too late.
When two ugly worlds collide, even the strongest fall.
But my world…it hasn’t met the boy from West End.
I’m a part of Nico’s story. And he’s a part of mine. I believe in him. More than I’ve believed in anything.
The best thing about this book is that Ginger not only knows her subject-matter but equally has the talent to fully immerse the reader in that world.
That said, I have a deep, fathomless and immeasurable *insert other synonyms* aversion to white-saviour tropes and the entire premise is how a white teenage daughter of a high school football coach saves a brown Latino boy who hails from the wrong side of the tracks. *eye twitches*
Similarly, the characters were simplistic and the plot undemanding, still, I would have forgiven all the negatives had the white saviour alarm not clanged repeatedly at the back of my mind.
To be clear, this is a good YA story and it's definitely a me issue.
You can be a toad in love with a beautiful girl all you want, but in the end, you’re still a toad. That’s how everyone is going to see you, and you know what? That’s how the beautiful girl sees you, too—when other people are looking
“Make me earn it,” he says, pausing again to take my top lip between both of his. “I’ll earn it. I’ll never stop trying to earn it…to earn you.”
Nico is the twist in the tale. He's the element of good. He's what humanity should be-the lesson to be learned. He is hope.
"This book is about more than just football. It’s about family. And it’s about the way people see other people."And that really shined through for me. People don't always see the best in one another, and sometimes it's not even done in a malicious way. Sometimes people have the best intentions and just don't know any better. It's not okay--it's never okay to treat someone differently or make assumptions, but it's something that's all around us and ignoring it doesn't change anything. Reagan's friend, Izzy, hits it on the head...
"Some people are racist. Some people are jealous. Some people are just fucking ignorant."I grew up in a mildly prejudicial household. My parents aren't bad people. They never name-called or were rude to people who were different from them. They didn't treat people differently. But there was always some subtle reminder that this or that person was different, and sometimes, somehow, lesser than them. Again, none of this was meant in a disrespectful way. It was just a "fact." Something that was taught to them from their parents, media, etc... And honestly, in my opinion, that's worse. If there's this "natural" undertone, that isn't meant to be mean or hurtful, that certain people fall into certain roles, and therefore are "lower" than one another, we've failed as a society. Individuals who are outrightly racist and prejudicial, who don't care who they hurt or how wrong they are, are generally just dissatisfied people who are looking for others to blame for things that all humans are capable of. *Keep in mind, none of this is "fact." I don't have anything to back my feelings up, this is just how I see it. And as always, I hope it's coming across as nothing but respectful. Because we're all entitled to our opinions. These are just mine.* But people who just don't know any better because that's how the world has shown them it is, that's a problem, and I love that the author addressed this. Reagan and her family weren't bad people, but they saw Nico as different. They saw him as lesser.
"I’m willing to go the distance," he repeats. "No matter how far that is."
"Make me earn it," he says, pausing again to take my top lip between both of his. "I’ll earn it. I’ll never stop trying to earn it… to earn you."
"He said he was going to give a flower to a new girl every day instead, to make them feel nice. And we kept up our deal, every morning. He took flowers to teachers, to the woman that ran the cafeteria, to the principal, to girls in his class. It didn’t matter who they were, he said. They all deserved flowers. And one day, there would be a girl that he thought deserved them all." *cue he gives Reagan a vase full *heart eyes*
"In general, Reagan Marie Prescott, I’m so goddamned in love with you that I don’t even care about being right anymore."
"Loving you— it makes me feel alive."I mean... how did I ever stand a chance?!
I’m a part of Nico’s story. And he’s a part of mine. I believe in him. More than I’ve believed in anything.
“I dare you. I defy you to be great. Do not just be tradition - break tradition. As only you can.”
“Don’t ever stop looking at me … Look at me like you expect more. Look at me like it isn’t going to be easy … Make me earn it,” he says, pausing again to take my top lip between both of his. “I’ll earn it. I’ll never stop trying to earn it…to earn you.”
“Ugly doesn’t have a color. It lives among selfishness and hate. And as much as this story is about football…it’s also about that.”
“The cream rises to the top with dollars for stairs.”
“They don’t hate you. They resent you, because you’re better than they are. You’re better than us all.”
“Look at me like you expect more. Look at me like it isn’t going to be easy…Make me earn it…I’ll earn it. I’ll never stop trying to earn it…to earn you.”
“Nico is the twist in the tale. He’s the element of good. He’s what humanity should be – the lesson to be learned. He is hope.”
“This life, our lives – they are colored by expectations. It’s the surprises though = how we deviate – that define us.”