Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 If you follow me on Twitter, at the end of March/beginning of April you may have seen me live tweeting some of the World Figure Skating Championships. (If you don't think I didn't punch the air at Javier Fernandez SHUTTING SHIT DOWN or cry at my girl Ashley Wagner GETTING SHIT DONE you are wrong because I did both of those thing.) 
 What really stands out is that it's clear that Harmon is a skating fan, and either has skated or has put in the work to know what things are: she knows the names of the jumps and the mechanics and clearly understands the facets of training that aren't just ice time. She isn't just like, "Um, there's skates right? And ice? You jump and spin and that's all you know need to know, right? I'm good." 
 I have also read Getting it Back, another book in Harmon's Red Hot Russians series, and there's a definite theme of terrible families. That's legit, since you need good reasons for these heroines to decamp to Russia with their Red Hot Russians. Terrible families make me very sad, but I love seeing people triumph despite their terrible families. 
 This didn't cause me to make Good Book Noise, but it was a very enjoyable book by a knowledgeable author about a sport I love to watch and cannot do. I never figured out how to skate before I decided that I Could Not Skate And That Was The End Of It, which was probably not true (I was 6), and now I am An Old. 
 I WANT MORE SKATING BOOKS. 
 - Redheadedgirl