I understand the NASCAR romances are G-rated and must portray the sport in a glowing, positive manner, but this does not excuse the insanity of such things as a 10-year-old girl making it all the way from Louisville, KY, to Lake Norman, NC all by herself, within a day, and allowing enough time in said day for dad to be alerted and make it there before dinner time. Or the situation where the team owner, Becca Newman, called the girl's school and had her excused from class and driven to a private airfield where another NASCAR driver picked her up in his private jet--all without permission or even the knowledge of her father. And do all of Britton's female characters have green eyes and red hair? Or does she just have those cliched phrases as shortcuts on her computer and she forgot which keys she pressed?
But the best (or worst) examples of why this is a terrible book? Halfway through the story, the Kentucky girl and her dad are suddenly referring to Tennessee as their home state, and in the middle of the race descriptions, the vehicles being driven switch back and forth between trucks and cars in every other sentence.
Nothing says "I don't give a crap" like getting your OWN characters' back story wrong, so why should the reader care to read this? If you are into Z-grade writing and storytelling and enjoy groaners, check this book out at the library, but don't even waste the penny 30+ sellers are offering it for on the used market here at Amazon.
