Bill Saw

"A legendary experience about a female competitor maybe over the hill, took back to the tennis court for one final huge homerun" (Elle), from the New York Times top of the line creator of Malibu Rising, Daisy Jones and The Six, and The Seven Spouses of Evelyn Hugo "The ideal novel to finish off your mid year." - The Washington Post "Perfect. The sort of sharp, savvy, powerful book you need to save each couple of pages just to slow down and rest. I'll take a piece of Carrie Soto forward with me throughout everyday life and be somewhat better for it." - Emily Henry, writer of Book Sweethearts and Ocean side Read Carrie Soto is furious, and her assurance to succeed at any expense has not made her well known. Be that as it may, when she resigns from tennis, she is the best player the world has at any point seen. She has broken each record and guaranteed twenty Huge homerun titles. Also, on the off chance that you ask Carrie, she is qualified for each one. She forfeited almost all that to turn into the best, with her dad, Javier, as her mentor. A previous top dog himself, Javier has prepared her since the age of two. Yet, six years after her retirement, Carrie ends up sitting in the stands of the 1994 US Open, watching her record be taken from her by a severe, shocking player named Nicki Chan. At 37 years of age, Carrie goes with the great choice to emerge from retirement and be trained by her dad for one final year trying to recover her record. In any case, regardless of whether the games media says that they won't ever like "the Fight Hatchet." Regardless of whether her body move as quick as it did. What's more, regardless of whether it implies biting the bullet to prepare with a man she once nearly held nothing back from: Bowe Huntley. Like her, he has something to demonstrate before he surrenders the game for eternity. Disregarding everything, Carrie Soto is back, for one awe-inspiring last season. In this arresting and extraordinary novel, Taylor Jenkins Reid tells her most helpless, close to home story yet.

Carrie Soto

Ausrine Blazyte

We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men. 

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Victoria

Grief is like a deep, dark hole. It calls like a siren: Come to me, lose yourself here. And you fight it and you fight it and you fight it, but when you finally do succumb and jump down into it, you can't quite believe how deep it is. It feels as if this is how you will live for the rest of you life, falling. Terrified and devastated, until you yourself die.

The fall isn't never-ending. It does have a ground floor.

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Rachael Bahr

You could not pay me enough money to go back to being seventeen. When I was seventeen, my talent was all potential and no proof. The world was a giant set of unknowns, barely any past to pull from.

I am so grateful, right now, for every match and every win and every loss and every lesson that I have behind me. It feels so good, right now, to be thirty-seven years old. To have figured at least some things out.

But I cannot hear anything as clearly as the sound of my own voice, begging me: Let this be enough.

One of the great injustices of this rigged world we live in is that women are considered to be depleting with age and men are somehow deepening.

Giovanna Marulli Borges 

 "Do not let what says about you determine how you feel about yourself"

No matter how good I was on the court, I was never good enough for the public.

It was okay to win as long as I acted surprised when I did and attributed it to luck. I should never let on how much I wanted to win or, worse, that I believed I deserved to win. AndI should never, under any circumstances, admit that I did not be- to tell or admit

“It was embarrassingly easy. I was embarrassed for her. That’s empathy.”

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