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I originally read this series a year ago and never wrote a review. I’ve come to regret that—but today it occurred to me that I don’t actually have to wait until I finish my reread to post something. I can just do it now. Most of this review has taken shape in my brain while running, which feels very Neil Josten of me.
I cannot overstate how much these silly little books mean to me. They’ve taken over my life in the best possible way. I made playlists, bingo boards, and arts-and-crafts projects. They strengthened my relationship with two very close friends. They even pushed me to pick up several hobbies I had abandoned due to Life and Adulting and My Brain Not Braining. This is the biggest real-life impact a book series has had on me since I was a teenager.
So, why?
It’s difficult to explain. At its core, it’s a story about finding a home after losing everything, and fighting for your own happiness.
The protagonist, Neil Josten, is one of a kind. He has spent the past nine years on the run with his mother. His father is a serial killer who is actively hunting him, yet that doesn’t stop Neil from putting his face on national TV to play his favorite sport after his mother dies. He joins a team that has the additonal requirement that every player needs to have a tragic backstory, lead by a coach with seemingly no psychological or didactical background. It’s also the worst team in the league, but it does have: the only female captain in the league; a prodigy who broke his playing hand; a wannabe bodyguard on experimental medication that should not be legal; a former drug addict; another former drug addict; another former drug addict; a rich girl who’d rather play ball than be rich; a guy who’s really only here to babysit his (grown but dyfunctional) cousins; a bad person trying very hard to be a good person; and, of course, a lying liar who lies (Neil Josten isn’t even his real name).
The series is weird, messy, and unfiltered in a way that only self-publishing can achieve. It’s absolutely not for everyone. I have friends I’ve explicitly told: “Yes, it’s my favorite book of all time. No, do not read it.“ And yet, despite (or because of) its flaws, it resonated with me so deeply that I can’t get it out of my head. Or my heart. The series gets better with each book. The exposition in the first two can be a bit clunky at times, but apart from that, I genuinely have very little to complain about in terms of the writing.
I’ve read many reviews from people who didn’t know what they were getting into, so here’s a list to help you decide whether or not you should give it a shot. If you’ve read the books, feel free to add to this in the comments!
❌ Don’t read this if
✅ Do read this if
This isn’t even a proper review, it’s more of a disclaimer for me to link whenever I recommend this to people lol. I don’t know. Read it or don’t—but don’t tell me you weren’t warned.
I hope nobody has done this already 👀
I made a Letterboxd list with all of the movie adaptations of the books in this quest because I wanted to know how many I actually watched. Thought I‘d share in case anyone else here is, like me, about as insufferable about movies as they are about books 🎥
Funnily enough, Letterboxd is telling me I watched 28 of the movies, which is exactly one less than I read books. A complete coincidence, considering I a) definitely don’t have every movie I ever watched logged and b) most of them aren’t even ones where I read the book. I‘ll still call this double platinum 🙂↕️
My system for selecting movies was essentially copying the book title into Letterboxd and clicking on the first result. If there are any mistakes or the adaptation is not The One Everyone Has Watched, let me know!

breaklikeafish commented...
I apologize in advance for the rant I am about to unleash, but I hate the term guilty pleasure with a passion 😭
I’m glad you were able to shake off the feeling of there being a wrong way to read and arrived at a point in your life where you read what you want to 💕
I wish more people were like you. why does social media feel the need to sort things into boxes labeled cool and uncool like we’re all still in high school and afraid to develop independent interests for fear of being excluded from the clique?? and there’s always this cycle of cool things becoming so popular that they become uncool and then so uncool that they become popular again and. no. I don’t need random strangers on the internet to tell me whether or not I’m allowed to listen to glee covers or imagine dragons or whatever is currently considered cringe. life is hard and I refuse to feel guilty about experiencing joy!
additionally, I think it does a huge disservice to authors(/creatives of any kind) to go all “I know this is bad but I liked it 🫣” on books I enjoyed. if I got something out of their work—a good time, a laugh, pleasure that I may or may not feel guilty about—I can afford them the respect of saying that without a disclaimer. I’m all for differentiating between enjoyment and quality in reviews and discussions about books (and PB is a great space to do that), but being ashamed to have liked something is not a basis for a nuanced discussion, it just diminishes an author/a genre/whatever is the source of that shame
all that being said… I do have a bad habit of picking up books with elements I know I don’t enjoy under the guise of reading out of my comfort zone, and then rating them badly for being exactly what was advertised. like, I hate sex scenes and most stories that focus on romance annoy me, so why am I reading romance/romantasy?? am I searching for The One That Actually Hits? am I mourning my lost youth (I am 25), the blissful teenage years when I was actually able to read Nicholas Sparks and not throw the book into a nearby river in frustration? I don’t know, but I always feel a little guilty about basically unintentionally(?) hate-reading and dragging the rating down, even though I try to be transparent in my written reviews about what I usually read
anyway, wishing everyone more whimsy and less guilt in their lives ✨
I’ve been reading my entire life, like staying up for days. I mean in elementary school not sleeping for three days to read Junie B Jones or the Magic Treehouse books- my entire life. When I got out of high school I picked up Nora Roberts and ATE THEM UP! But then people started making fun of me as social media became a place for readers to gather. They told me I was reading their grandma’s books and it kinda made me read more of what I was seeing on social media and less of what I had on my shelf. I am turning 30 this year and realize that there is no wrong way to read and honestly, a lot of the insta/tiktok books aren’t for me. And I truly believe there is no guilty pleasure authors. But if you had to say you had one, what is yours??