'Winger' the tale of a boy, his team

Ryan Dean — or Winger — is a 14-year-old junior who plays wing on the rugby team in Andrew Smith's "Winger" (Simon & Schuster 2013). That's right. He's precocious.

Thank heavens he's charmingly creative. That's because he's so vulnerable and at the mercy of his teenage hormones. And the author is very funny.

For instance: "What a cruel deal it is to have been born with testicles, and to have to carry them around along with me on my miserable path through life. They may just as well have been the size of Volkswagens for the burden they had become."

Annie is Ryan's best friend — a 16-year-old junior — at their prep school in Oregon. He's in love with her, but she calls him "Little Boy." Ryan has been sentenced to live in the dismal Opportunity Hall because of a cellphone hacking infraction and therefore cannot go to the Halloween dance.

When rugby teammate and close friend JP announces he's taking Annie to the dance, Winger starts a fight with him during a practice skirmish.

Few fights or skirmishes are so riveting. What Dean does to JP, step-by-step, I could visualize and almost admire for its cleverness. Coach M, who's a Brit, and cares for these boys, is not only a ref for the team but acts as such to the reader. As long as Coach condones the rough play, it's not TOO rough — not too aggressive. At least for a while.

Ryan is never a wimp. He makes up for his lack of size and strength in speed, wiriness, craftiness. He's the trickster.

Camaraderie among teammates — one of whom is openly gay (Joey) and seems to be accepted regardless — is sweet and funny. They taunt Joey but with good nature. Even after being beaten up on the field and sometimes off, there's camaraderie among teammates afterward. There's a boy code of honor in athletics.

Until there isn't.

The violence augments to a point that is trying. Ryan's horniness does, too, and I'm just thankful the author is so funny.

When a nurse is cleaning his wounds with a warm towel Ryan Dean says, "If I was a cat, I would have purred. If I was an alligator, I would have been hypnotized. But since I was only me, all I could do was lie there and contemplate everything perverted I had ever dreamed about since I was, like, 7 years old."

My one gripe is the role of the girls. They're smart and athletic, but they're just girlfriends in this story. OK, so it's a boy book (that girls will like, too). If you don't already know this stuff, you learn a lot about boys on sports teams.

"Winger" is well-written — the tragic ending seems real. And along the way you'll laugh. Until you don't.

Patricia Hruby Powell is now reviewing young adult books for The News-Gazette. See more at talesforallages.com.

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