At first, I didn't think I could write this review: conflict of interest. There are times I slip into my trainers, pull a sweater on, heave hockey equipment over my shoulder and head for the rink, and it's laboured, a struggle. I see maybe too much of myself in Isabel (Iz), the protagonist of Twenty Miles – trying to connect, find hope, find a reason in a game. Sometimes I know the game is in my blood, where it has always been, and it roils beneath the surface; sometimes it's lost there, though, hiding inside the marrow, and I need to set myself looking for it.
