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Rating: ![5 stars](http://www.reviewfocus.com/images/stars-5-0.gif) Summary: Canada and Hockey - They will only survive together. Review: Richards makes a distinct comment about Canada in Hockey Dreams. He shows that he is a true Canadian, and is not one of those people who like to think of themselves as intellectuals that are above the game of hockey. Hockey is deep rooted in this country, and though it is true that it will never be the same, we still catch glimpses of its true spirit now and again. Richards has caught the spirit of the game and put it on paper. His is a remarkable feat considering that most of us can't even describe the game sufficiently in words. This is a must read for all people who consider themselves true Canadians.In all of my eighteen years, I've never read a more accurate description of my game and its meaning.
Rating: ![5 stars](http://www.reviewfocus.com/images/stars-5-0.gif) Summary: Dreams Unforgotten Review: Richards reveals all those things which we thought nobody else had ever reflected upon. Could an American possibly enjoy this book? I'm not sure. But every Canadian who once was young, and who perhaps scooped mounds of snow, in a transe of fantasy, off a bumpy ice surface into the dark hours of once endless days, will appreciate this book like the game itself; the merciless joy of unhindered potential for our imagined years to come, and our mission to reach our potential until reality sinks in, will occupy your every shift, deek, and goal (or assist, for that matter). And this, from a 19 year old reader--just a reminder to Richards: though times have changed, they have ever remained the same (kids still play hockey, but then, maybe it isn't the same after all).
Rating: ![5 stars](http://www.reviewfocus.com/images/stars-5-0.gif) Summary: Dreams Unforgotten Review: Richards reveals all those things which we thought nobody else had ever reflected upon. Could an American possibly enjoy this book? I'm not sure. But every Canadian who once was young, and who perhaps scooped mounds of snow, in a transe of fantasy, off a bumpy ice surface into the dark hours of once endless days, will appreciate this book like the game itself; the merciless joy of unhindered potential for our imagined years to come, and our mission to reach our potential until reality sinks in, will occupy your every shift, deek, and goal (or assist, for that matter). And this, from a 19 year old reader--just a reminder to Richards: though times have changed, they have ever remained the same (kids still play hockey, but then, maybe it isn't the same after all).
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