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I randomly picked this one up from library for two reasons, firstly because I was looking for a quick read and secondly because of the Australian author  Markus Zusak (author of The Book thief). This is middle one of a series of three, which I got to know only after reading it!

It’s narrated by Cameron Wolfe, the younger brother who is a bit shy and introvert as compared to his older brother Ruben who is strong-headed. When they decide to go for Boxing every Sunday to support their family financially, little did they know they will learn lot of life’s lessons in the boxing ring and discover their self-respect! Cameron is complacent while Ruben is headstrong.

Most popular books on relations are generally on love, friendship or even sisters but I have hardly read any book based on two brothers’ relation. So, it was a fresh reading experience for me. Boyish kinda book!

It’s short , simple and sweet. The silent conversations between the two brothers at the end of each chapter are interesting!  Though based on boxing, you can relate to this book in a lot of ways!   This novella is about so many things… two brothers, the boxing, the attitude of fighting.. fighting to win & fighting to survive. It’s a quick, engrossing read and surely recommended.

Some lines

“It’s funny, don’t you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.”

“Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?”

“I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong.”

‘Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.’

“Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? Our own place is small perhaps, but when your old man is eaten up by his own shadow, you realize maybe that in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that’s what these pages of words are about. Bringing the world to the window.”

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