“I hit him so hard, the clash of helmets and pads sounded like a gunshot across the field. I crushed him with the hit, held on to him, and crushed him again when I slammed him into the ground . . . I had arrived.”
Arlo Brodie loves being at the heart of the action on the football field, getting hit hard and hitting back harder. That’s where he belongs, leading his team to championships, becoming “Starlo” on his way to the top. Arlo’s dad cheers him on, but his mother quotes head injury statistics and refuses to watch games. Arlo’s girlfriend tries to make him see how dangerously he’s playing; when that doesn’t work, she calls time out on their relationship. Even Arlo’s coaches begin to track his hit count, ready to pull him off the field when he nears the limit. But Arlo’s not worried about tallying collisions. The winning plays, the cheering crowds, and the adrenaline rush are enough to convince Arlo that everything is OK—in spite of the pain, the pounding, the dizziness, and the confusion.
Hit Count explores America’s love affair with football and our attempts to reconcile the clear evidence of its dangers with our passion for the game.
I received a free copy of this book via netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
This book seemed really good, but it fell completely flat for me. Arlo felt like two different people even from the very beginning. His tone of voice often changed and I am pretty sure it was just bad writing. The writing itself was childish and did not flow well at all.
There was an awful lot of repetition and boring monologue that was saying the same message over and over in a slightly different way. I felt like football (american football) was being shoved down my face. Yes I know it’s about that sport but surely there could have been a little more variation.
After a promising start this book did not keep my interest and I had to work hard to finish it.
2 out of 5 stars.