Ficiton. Eleven-year-old Jacob McKnight doesn't like running. He doesn't like the hills, the cold wind, the slushy electrolyte drinks, the interval training. He doesn't like the way his dad is always pushing him: harder, faster, what's wrong with you, boy? But mostly he doesn't like the way it gives him time to think about the accident that shattered his brother's body and his parents' marriage. "Adiran Michael Kelly has captured the buttersweet ache of growing pains and growing up, of adolescent loss and daydream and rage. This dazzling bildungsroman fractures paternity and anatomy and necromancy to become an exquisite marathon of filial love and acceptance"--Aritha van Herk.