I loved this book hard, review to come.
Have you ever seen the amazing 1992 movie that was The Cutting Edge?
Well, I loved this movie growing up.
So much in fact that I had it on VHS – for you youngun’s, that was like a big tape cassette that played movies.
Oh wait, young people might not know what a tape cassette is either.
Here’s a visual:
Those were the days, folks. Such amazing clarity…
Such clear and concise user instructions…
But anyrewind, as I was saying…
I had it on VHS.
And when those went out, I got it on DVD.
And when those went out, I got it on Blu Ray.
And when even THAT became SO 2014, I got it on Amazon Video.
So I can legit carry that shit around with me everywhere I go and watch the magic to my heart’s content via smartphone.
I have this movie memorized backwards and forwards, folks.
I can pretty much recite the whole thing.
And this book?
Reminded me SO much of that movie.
There were two people who came together to form a figure skating team, one of whom came from a rich family that owned their own skating rink.
They hated each other and argued nonstop.
They too had to figure out lift holds.
They fell a lot.
And then there was the “Pamchenko Twist,” the basically impossible, fictionalized figure skating move…which was mentioned in the book and executed in this movie.
So part of me has to believe that Zapata had this movie in mind or was paying homage to it in some way.
Which I am TOTALLY on board with, because I adored it.
This thing was like a Kulti-fied Cutting Edge and it made my inner little 1992 nine year old heart just burst with happiness.
Cause not only is Edge one of my favorite all time movies and Zapata one of my favorite authors…figure skating is one of my favorite sports, so this was just a joy to read all around.
Per Zapata usual, this is a slow burn and very character-driven story told from the sole perspective of our main female character and I devoured it in one sitting.
I didn’t love this one as much as Winnipeg, but I truly don’t think that book will ever be surpassed for me, so that’s really irrelevant; but I do think I might have enjoyed it even more than Kulti, although perhaps that just a result of the aforementioned movie nostalgia factor.
I enjoyed the book immensely and know other Zapata fans will too.