There is absolutely no denying that Beryl Burton was an incredible athlete who, had there not been a culture of misogyny whilst she was at her prime, would have likely excelled even further than her brilliant legacy. The book explains her upbringing, her home life while riding, her athletic feats and her sad premature death. It detailed very succinctly her achievements and her determined ability. But to truly enjoy this book I think you need to have an interest in cycling. Which sadly, I really don't. As well as cycling not being an interest/hobby of mine, the book also describes Beryl as an, at times, ruthless and rude competitor. The sacrifices she decided to make in order to succeed in her sport are ones that personally, as someone without that desire to prove everyone else wrong, I don't understand and makes me feel less warmth towards her as a person. There was a quote - "I had dedicated every waking hour to cycling... then Denise came along." Now in the context of this quote, Denise is Beryl's daughter who also started participating in amateur races. However, this follows an instance when Denise actually beat Beryl and her mother refused to shake her hand or even congratulate her. So I felt, when reading, no Denise didn't come along. Denise was born (with no choice) and then was essentially abandoned so Beryl could pursue her own dreams. I don't know, maybe I took it entirely the wrong way. But I just felt so detached from Beryl as a person that I couldn't get into what I was reading. There's no denying her achievements and how she was a trailblazer, so if you enjoy cycling i'm sure this book is for you.