4.5 stars 
 I. Hate. Running. Almost as much as I hate sardines and Rush. In fact, the only thing that could make running worse would be to do it while eating sardines and listening to Rush (not recommended). When I was a teenager I was diagnosed with patella femoral syndrome, with a Q angle of the femur, a medial tilt of the patella... and flat feet for good measure (Yes, I memorized all this because it made for a great excuse to get out of gym class...). In short, it means that running is downright painful. 
 My grandparents, however, were runners. Every year they would fly down to Hawaii for the Honolulu marathon, among other various races. Their basement hallway was lined with running shoes that were no longer good enough to run in, but were perfectly good for other people to walk in. Come on in and take your pick! The office was filled with medals and trophies, and the walls were plastered in pictures of them crossing the finishing line. A small part of me wanted to do that too. 
 My point to all of this, is that despite my bum knees, my weak stomach and an aversion to sweat, for almost 300 pages Miranda made me want to run. I wanted to be a part of something, with a group of people supporting each other... plus if I could score a running coach like Jeremiah, I might be more inclined to keep up! ;) 
 This was my first Miranda Kenneally book, and I have no idea why it took me this long! I was first intrigued by her when Catching Jordan caught my eye (pun intended). For whatever reason, I still haven't gotten around to it, but I certainly have more motivation now! Her characters are so vibrant, with witty dialogue and real problems. 
 This is categorized as YA, more specifically 14+. I would probably suggest a slightly higher age, as there are a few mature scenes. The characters are 18+, and realistically run into sexual situations. 
 A copy of this book was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.