by Paul Quarrington.
Quickie recap: Percival Leary is crowned the King of hockey, but not without costs to his friends, his family, and ultimately himself. Luckily, he lives to be an old man, and if he doesn't quite atone for his sins, at least he comes to recognize them.
Quickie review: Canadians love a book about hockey. I, however, am not so easily impressed. But Paul Quarrington? He's the boss. Whale Music left an insane impression on me - and for a girl who has read more books in her short lifespan than most 20 people will read in their entire lives, I think that's saying a lot. He just has a way of making you think about things differently. He's a graphic writer, and I don't say this too often, even about the people I most admire, but I actually think I might like to meet Mr. Quarrington, see what interesting things I can absorb by osmosis.
Quickie recommendation: Can I resist the obvious hockey cliches - Quarrington has "scored" - or, god forbid, achieved the elusive literary "hat trick" ? Yes, I can resist. Quarrington has written a veritable slam dunk of a book. Haha. I'm such a pathetic cheeseball. But seriously, I felt like this was high-brow hockey at its finest.
p.s.: Go Leafs!