(Western Lane) feels like the work of a writer who knows what they want to do, and who has the rare ability to do it.' - Guardian \n\n'Few novelists write this simply and richly. With this gorgeous debut, Maroo blows most of the competition off the court.? - Times \n\n'Terrific . . . Slim, subtle, moving . . . a bold book and a quietly brilliant one' - Economist \n\nEleven-year-old Gopi has been playing squash since she was old enough to hold a racket. When her mother dies, her father enlists her in a quietly brutal training regimen, and the game becomes her world. Slowly, she grows apart from her sisters. Her life is reduced to the sport, guided by its rhythms: the serve, the volley, the drive, the shot and its echo. \n\nBut on the court, she is not alone. She is with her pa. She is with Ged, a thirteen-year-old boy with his own formidable talent. She is with the players who have come before her. She is in awe. \n\nAn indelible coming-of-age story, Chetna Maroo?s first novel captures the ordinary and annihilates it with beauty. Western Lane is a valentine to innocence, to the closeness of sisterhood, to the strange ways we come to know ourselves and each other.