The Miles

The Miles

by Robert Lennon


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A squadron of spectators screamed and hooted, and Liam could feel his legs lighten. It was possible. He could run at any speed now; he would accelerate and accelerate and accelerate. . .

When Liam Walker joins a running club in New York City, it's with some trepidation. Liam has always loved running, but the world of team racing, and the camaraderie that goes with it, are new to him. Still, after years of stagnancy—working for the same magazine, living in the same apartment, and jumping from one short-term boyfriend to another—he's ready to try.

At the club, Liam meets athletes of every stripe. Some are fiercely competitive, others more interested in the after-race bagels or team nights out partying. The revelations on the track hardly compare to what happens off it—the romance and heartaches, rivalries and injuries. And as the year unfurls leading to the ultimate challenge—the New York City Marathon—Liam starts to realize all the ways in which life is measured by hills and valleys, in how far you're willing to push yourself, and in who's waiting for you at the finish line. . .

Robert Lennon works in corporate business development at a large global law firm and is a former president of Front Runners New York—one of the largest LGBT athletic clubs in the world. A former journalist for The American Lawyer magazine, Rob spends much of his time writing. As an avid runner who has completed the NYC marathon five times, Rob fuses his talents as a writer and a runner through this work. Rob has a Master's Degree in Journalism from Columbia University and a BA in History and Psychology from Duke University. He lives in Connecticut with his partner, Mark, and their twin sons.

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ISBN-13: 9780758271730
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 06/01/2012
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 5.55(w) x 8.23(h) x 0.78(d)

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The Miles

By Robert Lennon


Copyright © 2012 Robert Lennon
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7173-0

Chapter One


The morning could not make up its mind. The strong sun yielded, more and more, to the army of clouds taking hostage of the fall sky. Icy winds gusted around the fields of Van Cortlandt Park trumpeting the coming of winter, but then let up as the sun winked through the heavy sky. It was the middle of November, and the seasons were duking it out over New York City.

Like many of the runners, Liam waited by the baggage check, wearing his warm-up pants and gloves. He hopped up and down and ran in place to stay warm. The moment would come, and shortly, when the officials corralled everyone to the starting line, and Liam would need to strip his pants off and exchange the fleece pullover that warmed his upper body with his skimpy racing singlet. Having just joined the running club, he felt it was important to don the team uniform today.

The megaphone honked some indiscernible instruction and the throng of long-limbed runners jogged toward the far end of the narrow playing field. The grass had already browned and much of the normally soft dirt had hardened with the recent cold fronts. Liam felt the uneven turf through the thin soles of his racing flats. No matter how many races he ran, stretching back to grammar school, Liam always savored and dreaded this starting-line moment. There, standing among a sea of determined athletes, he understood that the race was still a font of possibility, the result dormant in the fast-twitch fibers of everyone on the starting line. This beautiful and cruel fact of running connected Liam with all of the other gangly runners out on this 45-degree Sunday morning at just a shade past dawn.

A wizened man, who looked to be in his early seventies, whistled to command the runners' attention. The wind shot down from the hills just north of the field, lassoing the man's thin wisps of white hair into a makeshift Mohawk. Nervous laughter rustled through the crowd as the man furiously batted down the errant hairs. Bristling from the unwanted attention, he picked up the megaphone to hasten the start of the race. "On your mark!" the old man shouted. Liam canvassed the start one last time to get a sense of the competition. After doing just a smattering of local races, Liam already recognized a few familiar faces among the anxious masses. After deciding to get back into running following a long post-college hiatus due to burnout, Liam had participated in about a half dozen races solo before being approached to join the Fast Trackers. Apparently club leaders used their gaydar to scout for potential new members at the start and finish lines of local events. Having viewed running as a solitary endeavor for so much of his life, Liam looked forward to the camaraderie of being part of a gay running team. But right now, Liam enjoyed the eye candy offered by the super-fit runners from the other teams present at this race. One, a hollow-cheeked guy whose chocolate eyes and full red lips bestowed a vaguely French look upon his underfed face, had inched past him at the finish of the last 5K. Runners tend to remember moments like that and plot careful revenge. The gaunt man's eyes twinkled as he acknowledged Liam's stare. And the gun went off.

After jostling through the first hundred meters of the field, Liam began to feel comfortable and well positioned. He kept telling himself to control his breathing; the adrenaline could ruin a fine race with too fast a start. His high school coach, Daryl Humphries, an almost-member of the 1984 Olympic distance team who lived vicariously through whomever he was currently coaching, had always warned that a road race could not be won in the first mile, though it could easily be lost, "if you go out like a fool with something to prove."

As he rounded the turn toward the backstretch of the field, Liam caught sight of the three lead runners. They had already picked up a sizable lead after only five minutes of racing. There was something enviably effortless and offensively unobtainable in the way their lithe bodies moved. The pale November light emphasized the architectural beauty of their sinewy arms and legs. The thin straps of their singlets moved up and down on the knobs of their shoulders where the collarbone protruded. Liam tried to control his breathing and focused on his gait as those more naturally fleet of foot charged up the hills and into the woods, where the race course truly began.

Autumn had come late this year, and mounds of recently fallen leaves coated the middle section of the running trail. Knowing how uneven and rocky this winding path was, Liam looked for the open spaces between the leaves throughout the race. He played a game where he tried to find leafless patches large enough for his entire foot, and used that challenge to keep his mind off the pain that now funneled through his body. You weren't running your hardest if you didn't feel these slight twinges of pain. That was another one of Daryl's famous running credos. Liam's lungs were always fine while racing, but his stomach heaved whenever he ran at top speed for more than a mile. He knew that if he ignored the awful sensation, then nothing bad would happen to him. The body can withstand amazing stress.

The first set of rolling hills proved to be easier than Liam remembered. He had hit his stride and was neither being passed nor passing other runners. A good omen. The course took a sharp downhill and then hooked left before climbing into a monstrous uphill. Even though Liam had readied his body, the steep rise began to take its toll. He shortened his stride and focused on quickening the turnover of his feet to maintain his pace with slightly less effort. So much of running well was about physics and mechanics. Liam didn't realize that his breathing had become grossly audible until the Parisian runner strode up alongside him and asked if he was okay. Understanding this as a psych-out technique, Liam nodded and choked down his abbreviated breaths. He knew that if he just stayed in step with this runner through the crest of the hill, he would be completely fine. While not the greatest uphill runner, Liam had complete faith in his ability to tear down hills with unmatched speed. As they moved above the peak of the trail, Liam imagined all the tension in his spine uncoiling as he worked his arms and let gravity catapult him down the hill. He knew that he had to step confidently and allow the momentum he generated to glide him through the next series of rolling hills, which would deposit him near the finish line of this 5K loop.

As soon as he passed his newfound nemesis, Liam wondered how far back he was and found himself listening for his competitor's breathing and for the fall of his feet along the cross-country trail. Remembering a cardinal rule of running, Liam refused to look over his shoulder and instead concentrated on the runner ahead of him. The tall figure was just a smudge in Liam's field of vision, too far ahead right now to be passable. Liam moved his arms with more force and determination, so that his legs might not slow from the exhaustion.

Bearing right at the final fork of the cross-country course, Liam could see the bright yellow banner that hung above the finish line. He directed all his attention toward his legs and leaned into his stride. He reminded himself that pushing through the end of the race, speeding toward the finish despite exhaustion, is what separates the extraordinary runner from the average one. Anyone can run fast when they're fresh; it takes desire and determination to run fast when tired.

In a matter of seconds, Liam realized he was closing ground on the runner in front of him. Was he truly running faster or had this other runner slowed down? The orange star on the blue microfiber tank top soon became clear. This was a team member whose head now bobbled and whose arms flailed as he attempted to finish the race. A squadron of spectators screamed and hooted, and Liam could feel his legs lighten. It was possible. He could run at any speed now; he would accelerate and accelerate and accelerate. As he passed the Fast Tracker, Liam shouted, "Come on, man! Suck it up and count to ten. We're there!" And with that wake-up call, the sluggish guy was roused and attempted to match Liam stride for stride. Liam could not hold back, though he knew that finishing on the line together would be a pleasant gesture of camaraderie, a way for the new guy to show that he was a team player. And Liam did think of himself as a team player. But he had to be true to the instincts that overtook him during races. What was the point of training to the brink of exhaustion during workouts and then pushing your physical limits on race day to suddenly rein it all in? Liam flew through the finishing chute, practically crashing into the man recording the times and places of the racers.

"Good job!" Liam felt the sweaty touch and knew it was the Fast Tracker he'd just bested. As he lifted his head to offer congratulations, Liam saw the emaciated Frenchman cross the finishing line.

"That course kicked my ass!" It was the truth, but Liam felt embarrassed to have offered up the least original thing one runner had ever said to another.

"Yeah, right!" The sallow-faced man struggled to catch his breath. "Your ass seemed just fine to me." Now he brushed some sweat from his brow before extending his hand for an introduction. "I'm Gene ... You must be new to the team."

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Could you take the small talk somewhere else? People need to walk through this chute to get out of here."

The Frenchman scissored by in a huff, but Liam couldn't help admiring the angles of his face and the self-important manner with which he moved.

"Maybe he's sore that I got the best of him out there." Liam chuckled.

"You'll get to know that one," Gene said. "Didier Vallois. He's a real peach. All the Urban Bobcats take themselves way too seriously. They're the fastest guys in town so they expect a parting of the seas worthy of Moses."

"At least he's cute."

"Best part of running is the scenery. I've been saying it for years."

Mischief darted through Gene's eyes. Liam had seen the act before. Gay men couldn't help but flirt, and nine times out of ten Liam reciprocated the advances. Dozens of clever lines sprang to his mind, but he resisted the temptation. This Gene person seemed perfectly nice but completely sexless, with a soft face and hairless arms and legs. Liam preferred men whose sexuality howled through their pores. Plus, for the time being, he wanted Fast Trackers to be an outlet for making new friends and running buddies, not an avenue for sexual liaisons or romantic dalliances. He had enough of that combing the bar scene in New York City since graduating college. Liam decided to take a cordial approach here; after all, it never hurt to be polite.

"You know I should probably be doing a quick cooldown around the field before heading back to the subway station. I need to get home soon."

Liam was exaggerating slightly, but he did have brunch plans in a couple of hours and showering beforehand would be nice.

"With this colder weather, I should be doing the same. How 'bout I keep you company?"

Liam sensed that Gene had an adhesive quality that was amiable for only the very briefest period of time. As they jogged around the perimeter of the field, Liam actively avoided engaging Gene in small talk by studying the steely tufts of sky. It now looked like a winter's day. Liam cherished the first days of winter, when the novelty of the new season offered some fresh perspective on life and the possibility of change. There was something noble and definitive about the start of winter.

Despite Liam's stony silence, Gene wore on about his own personal training regimen throughout the cooldown. Liam heard the words ladder and interval and hill repeats over and over again but zoned out on the details. The lack of encouragement did not dampen Gene's march through running tales—a trio of PRs (the abbreviation road racers loved to use to indicate their "personal records" or best times) at various distances parachuted into the story line as complete non sequiturs. Liam wondered what Gene's "personal record" for longest hiatus from talking about himself might be.

Rounding out their half-mile loop, Liam patted Gene on the shoulder to signal his good-bye. A group of runners in blue and orange who had been clustered near the finish line trotted toward Gene and Liam.

Making his way up the hill that led away from the cross-country course, Liam looked over his left shoulder to get a better impression of the group. Heads dangled and turned in conversation, then one pair of eyes caught Liam's and suddenly a few hands waved nervously.

Liam decided to jog toward the downtown train. The damp chill of the November morning had sunk its teeth into his bones, and he began to crave the lure of home, the press of a hot shower, and the worn comfort of his couch.

Chapter Two


"It said the Daniel Webster Statue, Liam. Why do you insist on questioning me? I knew I shouldn't have let you drag me along with you. Your honor doesn't need any protecting, babe."

Whenever Monroe turned sassy like this, Liam would tease him by simply answering "Yes, Miss Marilyn" to whatever complaint he voiced. Today Liam resisted the temptation because Monroe was going above and beyond friendship's call of duty by agreeing to tag along on a 9:30 A.M. Saturday morning fun run.

"I believe you. But are you sure this is the right transverse? We've been up and down it twice and I don't see any statue. Maybe we should jog up to 102nd Street."

"Liam, which do you think is more likely? Really? On the one hand, you have Seventy-second Street, the center of residential life on the Upper East and Upper West Sides, and on the other, 102nd Street, which is simply too far uptown for a bunch of Chelsea queens."

To distance himself from the story lines that Monroe was spinning, Liam had begun to pick up his pace and was now practically out of earshot. The light, wet snowflakes that had drifted aimlessly through the park all morning finally found their destination. The bark of the bare trees that lined the park roads was becoming mottled with snow. Liam watched his feet press wide and flat against the newly dusted asphalt.

"Over there!" He finally heard Monroe's winded scream from behind him. Liam turned to see his friend clutching his side with his right arm and pointing due west with his left. "That group of queens in the tights and funny hats ... those are for sure your boys."

"Good eyes! Sorry I doubted you for a second, Norma Jean."

"It's still too early in the morning for me to be amused by your antics, so be careful."

They made their way into the semicircle that had formed on the edge of the large loop that cuts through the entire park—all the way from Fifty-ninth Street up to Harlem Hill at 110th Street. Liam had never noticed this particular intersection before and was still searching for the statue that had been designated as the meeting spot. As he met Monroe's gaze again, Liam caught sight of a rotund figure looming behind the pack of runners, enshrouded in the skeletal embrace of some old, leafless elms. Now he wondered, Daniel Webster? The statesman was large and bronze and imposing, just a few feet from the transverse. Why was Daniel Webster here watching over the pageantry of Central Park? The assemblage of monuments and tributes and honoraria throughout Manhattan had puzzled Liam ever since he was a little kid and his father pointed out the Garibaldi statue in the then grimy paths of Washington Square Park.

"Okay, okay, everyone! Let's get this party started." The voice boomed from a swizzle stick of a man with thick graying hair. "Everyone introduce yourself. Let us know if you're a first-timer or visitor from another city, and we'll hook you up with a buddy who runs your pace."

Liam could feel Monroe's eyes on him. After scanning the club's website, Liam assured his friend that things would be incredibly casual and that Monroe wouldn't even have to run with anyone if he didn't want to. This should not be the end of the world. Monroe had always talked about how he ran on the treadmill three times a week. Surely he would be able to keep up with some of the roly-poly guys gathered here.

"And you there! Yoo-hoo! I know you might have been out at Therapy until the wee hours, but wake up and tell us your name!"

"Sorry. I'm Liam. Sorry."

"You're too cute to apologize, hon. Now tell me, is this your first time?"


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The Miles 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 67 reviews.
nonrunner More than 1 year ago
It is a great Summer read. Fun, smart and sexy. As for the concern about it being R rated, that only means it's for adults. I loved those parts. If one finds sex offensive try the children's section.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yes - definitely a good gay summer read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's summer and the beach is calling. The Miles is a perfect book to bring to Fire Island, Provincetown or Asbury Park. It's a fun, quick read . It could also be part of a good pick up line if you run into any real Front Runners. As some of the other posts mention, there is some sex in the book - but no more than you would find in most modern novels- and remember, this is a gay novel! I say to the other posters who called the book pornographic, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. I've don't run much, but now after reading The Miles, I feel like I can say I do...
Sunfield72 More than 1 year ago
In the end this book can be either of two things - at one level for those interested in a novel with tasty elements -- a quick read with the requisite sex, good race scenes, familiar places in nyc and a set of characters who are interesting. For those readers, breeze through this, look for the hot scenes and the sweet scenes. They will not disappoint. At the second level, this is a story where the author has taken on a challenge most authors shy away from. He has created a protaganist who needs to mature. He's not flinched away from showing how the guy thinks and how the character interacts with the gay & lesbian running club he's joined (not frontrunners -- i've heard the author at a reading and this is not meant to be a history of frontrunners or a portrait of it). Sometimes this gorgeous guy's behavior, and more frequently his point of view, has a taste of the ungenerous. Particularly, toward a club that is welcoming him and giving him attention for his masculinity and athletic hunkiness. This is realism. We see the consequence of the protaganist's flaws. But as The Miles unfolds, we also see that a flawed character has his moments of uprightness. And we see how the consequences of his behavior move him toward personal growth (to accompany his dominating running and damagingly good looks). The review had to be a 5-star from me. The author took risks. What he has aimed for is the racy, light read while not giving into the easy answer or the answer everyone is expecting.
AmandaSchmidt More than 1 year ago
Liam says what you're thinking, whether it hurts you or not. I recently purchased a few beach reads from the Kensington site and I found The Miles to be the most compelling. I was completely engrossed by the author's uncanny attention to vulnerability and candor.
TheTopbookShelf More than 1 year ago
When The Miles opens, it's a cold November day and Liam Walker is gathered at the starting line of a wintry race with a group of people he doesn't know well but who are his new teammates. He stands wondering about who they are and about how he'll race that day. Little does he anticipate how much will happen in 365 short days as he not only races with these teammates for a year but learns - in new and more profound ways - how to Live Life and be a better person. Liam joins the club with a list of things going for him. He's fast, attractive, has a cool job at a magazine, and a number of good friends. But there's a restlessness. He quickly moves into the center of the action of the running club befriended by and enticed by his fellow athletes, or enlisted to contribute his running abilities with flattery and attention from the older sponsor of the club whose interest in the younger and faster members is well known. The attention Liam receives and new sense of purpose in his life, offer Liam quick emotional reward. But as a year of competition with the arch rival "Bobcats" unfolds, Liam finds that he's not as certain of himself or his judgements of others as he originally believed. What he does learn is that everyone needs to be on everyone else's side. The writing is sure of style and able to evoke a scene particularly well, developing the setting and the very atmosphere of the group he's joined. The action continually moves - as quickly as the races described. And the lives of the characters is illuminated off the course as they support each other through heartbreaking moments and celebrate with each other at many joyous ones.
Mark Gilrain More than 1 year ago
Liam Walker always thought he was fast but never knew what to do with his fleetness. When he joins a NYC gay running team, the FastTrackers, he sets out on a new path in his life. While still loyally befriended to his older gay friend Monroe, he finds that his good looks, athletic abilities, and his sexual openness make him many new friends fast. "Fast" turns out to not just be an adjective that describes his running pace, it also describes the speed with which Liam becomes an integral member in this new group, and with which he is suddenly confronted with profound personal situations. It's a mixed bag for the character - he immediately feels bonds and closeness that he's been missing, but he struggles at the new senses of obligations and commitment to the teams' goals and to his teammates both as fellow racers and as friends. He also immediately sees the potential in some of his new companions while focusing on the faults of others. What Liam learns in time is to Slow down. His loyalty and willingness to sacrifice emerge just when those around him need it most. And when the book closes with him in a moment alone you can't help but choke up at what's happened to him and the group around him. And even though he's stopped at the side of the trail for a moment, you can't help but wanting to know what will happen next as he gets back out on the road of life again. This book doesn't need running experience or a gay audience to resonate. It's a story of what happens when camaraderie truly prevails and does it's very best for someone who needs it.
WatchOutForFraud More than 1 year ago
Somebody needs to inform Barnes & Noble about all these reviews. 59 reviews for a book on sales rank 220,000 !!! More people have supposedly reviewed this book than have bought it, this is preposterous. And if you read some of the 5 star positive reviews they sound very similar in diction and context. I guess the author and the publisher are doing some damage control. One star for this strategy as it is so obvious.
NouriFranklin More than 1 year ago
I gave book 4 stars primarily for a pleasant surprise in a latter 'mile' that I didn't see coming; the occurrence was not foreshadowed, in my humble opinion. I wish there was more development of Liam's Fast Tracker friends. Everyone was so erudite that often I couldn't tell them apart. Otherwise, "The Miles" is a first-rate summer read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The marathon chapter brought back many memories
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has made me laugh and made me think. As a straight person, it has opened up the gay scene to me. While I do not like Liam Walker very much, I believe that I understand him better, after reading this book. Liam is rather messy in his relationships. Sleeping with men and then ignoring them afterward. While I have seen this behavior, I do not find it endearing. Overall, I think it is an interesting peek into the gay world in New York City.
ColoradoLiam More than 1 year ago
This had all the usual that I look for - but it's being literary was a surprise. Has Lennon written other things? Perhaps he has written under this name this time? (Good choice of main character name)
FlyGuy4 More than 1 year ago
Don't miss out! I picked up The Miles after reading several stellar reviews and wanted to see, first hand, what all the buzz was about. The book does not disappoint -- I devoured it in two days and was left craving more. Lennon creates a world that you will not want to leave and one that will not leave you. All the controversy stirred on this forum is proof positive this is not a book to miss! New York City life captured through the prism of a running club -- with healthy doses of drama, history and sex! When can I preorder Lennon's next book?
kgaudine More than 1 year ago
i've never been a part of any sports org but you don't have to be an athlete to relate to the fast trackers, the running club at the center of the book. you can take the complexities of the runners' relationships and apply them to, say, an office setting or a college. "the miles" was thoroughly engaging, featuring vivid characters and written with a candid honesty.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A perfect summer read: fun, sexy, and fast-paced.
JimmyTinFla More than 1 year ago
Liam Walker is anything but a walker - fleet of foot and thick of bicep, he is the dashing newest member of the Fasttrackers a running group thick in the New York running scene. That he is also a young hunk who quickly conquers not just the racing scene but also his fellow gay teammates means that he quickly moves to the center of the club's inner circle. He sleeps with Ben the interestingly quirky intellectual, teams up with Zane the confident speedster, is a pillar to Riser who has problems noone realized, and is a surrogate son to the FastTrackers titular head the wealthy, influential Gary. Of course, nothing is easy even for an unusually blessed specimen like Liam. He's closed off from his true character and relies on a cascading parade of opinions and judgements to navigate his way through promising new friends who represent a chance to better accept himself, but also the terrifying prospect that he may not deserve them and may let them down. Beside him through it all is the steady, witty voice of his friend Monroe. Monroe's known Liam from the days before his blossoming into everyone's object of desire and he helps his young friend learn what is really important. Through trials and tribulations (and a few exciting races to boot), Liam finds moments of disappointment, displays moments of weakness, but in the end learns to tap into a strength and honesty that make him the better person he was meant to be. Whether on the race course, the dance club, an opulent apartment, or spinning under the snow-flake riddled city sky, The Miles tells a story that feels real - an approximation of how life often is instead of how we wish it would be.
Hayla More than 1 year ago
This story aspires and achieves
BigAppleDean More than 1 year ago
I thought this was going to just be a gay novel but there was a lot of running which was interesting.
NOBODYinTheCorner More than 1 year ago
Wow - actually really really good
HahtaP More than 1 year ago
The central character of Liam exhibits judgements and insecurities. Some stuff at the beginning and late in the book was explicit and distancing - tough but it made the lead character further real - not perfect or for everybody but an actual person. I recognized that the style and choices were deliberate and work much of the time. The ending is powerful. He dances in the dark. While description and the experience of running create a very rich setting, and there is a tremendous amount of action, there's also a spareness which makes the nuanced evolutions of many of the main characters hit home at the end.
Wepaman More than 1 year ago
This book gives gays a bad rep! Hated it! If you want to read a book about gays and running, read The Frontrunner by Patricia Nell Warren.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The pages flew by and left me wanting to know how each character lives on. A great read, especially for those who have taken part in the weekly races in Central Park. Brought me back to a lot of beautiful morning runs and fun nights. Do not be swayed by anyone who refers to this book as pornographic...they clearly have not watched any daytime television or newscast in the last decade!
Reading_Writing_O_My More than 1 year ago
After seeing a blog on Facebook I preorderef THE MILES. This book had all the right elements that I was searching for. Being an avid reader I am always in search of a new author I was pleasantly surprised at how engulfed I became in the book. As a rule I bend more towards Morrell and Koontz so this was a huge stretch for me. Liam roped me in I believe itwas the sense of a struggle within his ownself that grabbed me. This was the first book that I had ever read in regards to running. I have passed my copy forward and recommended this book to another friend however I did tell them to be prepared for sex. After Shades of Grey I am sure they will survive this too. You will fall in love with Liam as he finds his niche in this world and grows.
Brian Glazer More than 1 year ago
Found this book in the $3.95 sales bin. I'm a runner, so I thought it might be interesting. But I was disappointed, I could not make it thorugh more than 4 chapters before the book landed in the garbage bin.
RunnerguyNY More than 1 year ago
This book was difficult to read. Poorly written story about a narcissistic lead character and supporting cast. Trashy and in need of editing. It was a struggle to finish this clunker. Pass.