These Wimbledon people had been welcoming and polite to her and her entire entourage, but no one could accuse them of having a sense of humor. ‘Now your shirt, please.’Īt least a dozen more jokes sprung to mind – it’s like going to the gynecologist, only in workout wear it’s not just anyone she’ll show her underwear to on the first date et cetera – but Charlie held back. ‘Very well, thank you.’ The official made a notation on her legal pad. No matter how much I sweat, no one will get a show.’ ‘All the way, Charlie,’ Marcy said sternly, but it was obvious she was trying not to smile.Ĭharlie pulled the skirt up to reveal the waistband of the white Lycra shorts she wore beneath.

The official’s eyes narrowed to a steely squint, but she didn’t say a word. ‘I promise you, everything’s in order down there, ma’am,’ Charlie said, as politely as she could. All business.Īfter glancing at her coach, Marcy, Charlie lifted the edges of her pleated white skirt and waited. The woman’s voice was clipped, British proper. It wasn’t every day a middle-aged woman wearing a neat bun and a purple polyester suit directed you to lift your skirt. Me, I found it readable but not especially interesting. But, honestly, I think people who are genuinely interested in tennis, and whose tastes tend more to the 'chick lit' end of things than mine are likely to find it pleasantly entertaining. That, and the fact that it's a pretty quick and painless read, actually left me feeling less bored than I sort of expected to. Charlie is a fairly believable character, even if some of the things that happen to her are less so, and she does have some development. Well, okay, there actually is still something left. And while some of the main character's experiences - fancy makeovers! sleeping with a movie star! being invited onto a luxury yacht! - are surely fun wish-fulfillment fantasies for a lot of people, they're really not mine.And when you take away all of that stuff. But the truth is, I am profoundly, deeply indifferent to tennis, and I neither understand nor particularly appreciate the obsessively competitive mindset of the professional athlete. I knew that going in, and I decided to read it anyway, for reasons that made some sort of sense at the time.

Meanwhile, Charlie wonders whether her casual secret affair with a hot male tennis player is ever going anywhere or not.Confession time: I am so not the reader for this book.

He's accomplished and in demand, but he's also nasty, abrasive, and pushy, and he quickly decides that what her game needs is less niceness and more warrior spirit, and that what her career needs is a fiercer and fancier new image. Professional tennis player Charlotte 'Charlie' Silver decides it's time for a change after she suffers an injury on the court, and hires a new coach.

The singles game by lauren weisberger