I'd love to agree with all the other reviewers but from the off this book is pedestrian and full of stereotypes and too sugary by far. After 100 pages of it I've had enough of the applepie sentimentality, the wooden "house on the prairie" characters, the motorway-like inevitability of the plot and the interminable wait for these boys to do something interesting with rockets! This is Billy Elliot again but for ballet read toy rockets. And the most irritating thing is why the perfect title "Rocket Boys" was replaced by "October Sky"? Is Rocket Boys the name of something pornographic? Now that would be a page turner!