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A review by quokkaboba
The Young Team by Graeme Armstrong
5.0
“If an opportunity comes up in life yi ought tae take it, so wit it didnae work oot. It's huvin the baws tae try that's important, both small step n giant leap.”
what a beautiful book, set in Lanarkshire, Scotland, and written in Scottish. The Young Team talks about gangs, violence, drug addiction and alcohol abuse, but also about humanity, exploring mental health and how second chances are everything.
i honestly loved it. it was so pure, raw and true. TYT cracking with teenage energy and what it feels like to be running with a team. i learned a lot through the story of Alan, Azzy, Williams, living at the heart of post-industrial Scotland, from a place both geographically and socio-economically that we don’t often hear/read from.
as for the writing, it took me a few chapters to get used to the slang, but once i got it, i couldn’t put it down. it felt like poetry, the words being chosen leaving me feeling dazzled, charmed.
“Ironic, int it? The place yi wur so desperate tae escape wid noo be a near paradise. Normality, the elusive state ae peace, which we take fur granted and mourn only when furthest fae it. Self-inflicted, no sympathy.”
what a beautiful book, set in Lanarkshire, Scotland, and written in Scottish. The Young Team talks about gangs, violence, drug addiction and alcohol abuse, but also about humanity, exploring mental health and how second chances are everything.
i honestly loved it. it was so pure, raw and true. TYT cracking with teenage energy and what it feels like to be running with a team. i learned a lot through the story of Alan, Azzy, Williams, living at the heart of post-industrial Scotland, from a place both geographically and socio-economically that we don’t often hear/read from.
as for the writing, it took me a few chapters to get used to the slang, but once i got it, i couldn’t put it down. it felt like poetry, the words being chosen leaving me feeling dazzled, charmed.
“Ironic, int it? The place yi wur so desperate tae escape wid noo be a near paradise. Normality, the elusive state ae peace, which we take fur granted and mourn only when furthest fae it. Self-inflicted, no sympathy.”