Feinstein is consistently one of my favorite writers, albeit one who tackles the relatively light weight topic of sport. All his books have been very enlightening and are well written so that the reader really related to the protagonists. This is true with this book as much as any of his others a...
Susan Carol Anderson is usually covering sports events with her friend and reporting partner, Stevie Thomas. Now, however, she is competing – in the summer Olympics – as a swimmer, and Stevie is covering her competitions!Susan Carol’s promoters are shady characters. Something else is not right. S...
This was the 22nd book I have read by John Feinstein and it's probably safe to say that along with the late great David Halberstam, he's probably my favorite non-fiction writer of all time.I am slowly finding out that he is a very good fiction writer as well.The author of absolute defining classi...
Dreams do Come True:Kids can be Adults Sometimes, Stevie Thomas read the letter once, and then twice, then a third time to be sure it was real. Then he started screaming. “Mom! Mom! Mom!” (3) As if something was wrong... This realistic fiction story, written by John Feinstein, takes place in the...
Had this book been just a chronologically ordered account of an NFL season with enough additional detail to fill in the blank spots - which it is -- I would have called it very good. But unfortunately, it is rife with pettiness and minor factual and grammatical mistakes, enough so that, just when...
tVanishing Act by John Feinstein is a quick read, but really allows the reader to step into the world of sport reporters in an exciting way. It makes the reader realize to not take events at their face value. Vanishing Act takes place at the US Open in about the present time. Stevie, a short t...
THE SUPER BOWL. America's biggest sports spectacle. More than 95 million fans will be watching, but Steve Thomas and Susan Carol Anderson know that what they'll be watching is a lie. They know that the entire offensive line of the California Dreams have failed their doping tests and that the Drea...
Feinstein takes readers inside the locker rooms, the grueling practices, the late-night strategy sessions. They get a close-up look at recruiting, referees, injuries, winning, losing, and the private lives of the game's biggest stars.
This book did everything it intended to do. It is very well written. It informed the reader of life on the PGA tour, its culture and its folkways as well as high drama that might not be observed by the routine golf fan. My problem was not with the book itself, but with the structure of profes...
I read another Feinstein book last month and mentioned it to a friend. He recommended this one and said it would be ok to get a little wet around the eyes near the end. Bastard lied to me, I was only halfway through and had already gotten misty about three times already.In 2003, I was working lit...
“And just where do you think you’re going?” The woman’s voice was stern, though she was fighting a grin. “Lunch,” he answered. “If that’s okay with you, that is.” “Okay then,” the woman said. “But you still have work to do when you come back.” Ensign David Robinson nodded, smiled, and ducked his ...
The stadium, which seated more than ninety-two thousand, was now filled to capacity. The Midshipmen, led by Ricky Dobbs and Wyatt Middleton, had appeared in their tunnel, wearing their white uniforms and gold helmets. A TV functionary wearing a headset stood in front of the remaining players, obv...
THE CABDRIVER, who was a little surprised when Stevie asked to go to the ballpark, had the game on the radio. It was the bottom of the seventh inning when Stevie got into the cab, the top of the eighth when he got out at the corner of South Capitol Street and Potomac Avenue. The Red Sox were lead...
He watched him pick out another empty spot at the far end of the court. That meant he had a chance to find Susan Carol and talk to her before her uncle did. He waited impatiently until the next changeover so he could leave. Naturally, leading 2–0, Makarova struggled in the next game. She played t...
The room was actually some sort of suite, or so he guessed, because there was no bed, just some couches and a desk. There was a door that led to what Stevie guessed was the bedroom. Tom Whiting was seated, wearing the same sort of sickly smile that Dean Wojenski had been wearing as he ushered the...
STEVIE WAS HALF HOPING they would get voice mail on Don Meeker’s cell phone, although Kelleher had already said that if they did, they would have to call Dewey Blanton, the Dreams’ PR guy who had been so helpful to Stevie earlier in the week. Stevie knew he was right. There was no need, as it tur...
which may sound like the name of an English pub but was actually a dental class he was taking at the University of Pennsylvania. He was only twenty, but he was already a third-year dental student, having enrolled at Penn at the age of sixteen as part of a six-year dental program—two years of unde...
He glanced at them, but neither one looked back at him. He realized this was not the time or place to even exchange glances. Coach Gordon had left the locker room, presumably to talk to the media, while everyone got dressed. No one showered—there were only four showers in the entire locker room—s...