Zach Bowie has been wrestling for years. It was something to do when he wasn't singing lead in his rock band. That all changes when the 171-pounder is injured and Zach is thrust into the starting lineup. He's surprised that the exhilaration of walking onto the mat feels as good as the rush he gets on stage. Maybe even better. How far could he go if he wasn't smoking three packs of Marlboros a day?
I liked this book. I was a wrestling manager and cheerleader in high school, so it really brought back some memories. I was a little thrown off by the description given of the book. This might have made the book seem more intense for me, but either way I would have liked it.
This book was ok. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad, either. There were a ton of wrestling terms, which probably decreased my enjoyment (as I had no clue what was going on ;) ). The story seemed to flow well, though, and the characters were fairly well developed. Just not the book for me.