-
x

Meet New Friends!

Recommended friends are based on your interests. Make sure they are up to date.

Friends ff8c072dd79a91c1300f032d674241a8d64367100ffb1f25fa3f9bec4a05319f
Kidzworld Logo

Perpetual Check Book Review

Perpetual Check Book Review - Reviewed by Kidzworld on Apr 10, 2009
( Rating: 4 Star Rating)

Competitive brothers Zeke and Randy have made it to the semifinals in the Pennsylvania Chess Tournament. But now they have to play each other. Will their rocky relationship survive the duel? Find out in Rich Wallace’s Perpetual Check.

Author: Rich Wallace

Brothers Zeke and Randy have always been competitive. Zeke is an athletic sports nut who gets his hot-shot attitude from their father. Meanwhile, Zeke’s younger brother Randy is more of a laidback, observant, keep-a-bag-of-M&Ms-beside-your-bed kind of kid. Zeke envies Randy, though he’d never admit it. Randy has a girlfriend and a quiet confidence. Unlike Zeke, he doesn’t need to prove himself by excelling in sports or acting like a big shot.


Chess Geniuses

Despite their differences, the brothers have one thing in common—they’re both talented chess players. They can see the games unfold before they happen, calculating the potential in every move. So it’s no wonder they’re both competing for the same prize—a spot in the state championship chess tournament for a chance to win $5000.


Brother vs. Brother

In the regional’s, the boys encounter some stiff competition. But they each squeeze by with enough wins to reach the semifinals. Then they must face each other. They’ve played together thousands of times, but this game means something more. More than a win, more than spot in state championship. It’s about pride and forgiveness. Years of butting heads have led to this moment. The boys must let go of the hostility that their competitive father brings to their relationship. They need to ignore his sideline coaching and focus on the game. One will win, and one will lose. But who will it be?

The Bottom Line

At only 112 pages, Perpetual Check is a quick and fantastic read. The story explores so much more than chess. It looks at family dynamics and the strained bond between two brothers. Zeke and Randy learn to overcome their father’s hotheaded, competitive nature and accept each other for who they are.

Don’t miss Rich Wallace’s other books on competitive sports, including Wrestling Sturbridge, Shots on Goal, Playing Without a Ball, One Good Punch and Losing Is Not an Option.


Pertpetual Check Rating: 4


Related Stories:

  • No Stress Chess Review
  • Dragon Chessboard Game Review
  • Chessheads: The Chessboard Trading Card Game Review
  • Chessboxing
  • 0 Comments

    Related Stories

    Chesspoll

    Chess, Checkers or Dragon Chess?

    • Dragon Chess all the way!
    • Checkers is my fave.
    • I'm a classic Chess fan.
    • I'm a Yu-Gi-Oh! duelist!

    General In The Forums

    IndigoSapphire
    IndigoSapphire posted in Food:
    Lemon juice... (fizzy)
    reply about 5 hours
    boredlol
    boredlol posted in Food:
    Water
    reply about 5 hours
    XxRuby_PhoenixxX
    I'm serious about the Phandom though. To convince you, you should check out the cherry fic.
    reply about 7 hours
    AwesomeIvysaurGirl34
    *evil laughing in the distance* You know You should join ThE InKlInGs
    reply about 8 hours
    AnnaOfExquizurd
    (So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
    reply about 9 hours