How long does it take to read Travel Team?
Travel Team by Mike Lupica takes about 6 hours 11 minutes to read at 250 words a minute.
About 6 hours 11 minutes
A weekend read
First published 2004. 337 pages, about 92,675 words. Written for children.
13 days at 30 minutes a day
Estimate based on 275 words per page.
At other speeds
| Slow, 150 words a minute | 10 hours 18 minutes |
| Average, 250 words a minute | 6 hours 11 minutes |
| Fast, 400 words a minute | 3 hours 52 minutes |
The page count is the median across 4 editions, so your copy may differ. How we calculate.
About the book
Twelve-year-old Danny Walker may be the smallest kid on the basketball court -- but don't tell him that. Because no one plays with more heart or court sense. But none of that matters when he is cut from his local travel team, the very same team his father led to national prominence as a boy. Danny's father, still smarting from his own troubles, knows Danny isn't the only kid who was cut for the wrong reason, and together, this washed-up former player and a bunch of never-say-die kids prove that the heart simply cannot be measured.He knew he was small.He just didn't think he was small.Big difference.Danny had known his whole life how small he was compared to everybody in his grade, from the first grade on. How he had been put in the front row, front and center, of every class picture taken. Been in the front of every line marching into every school assembly, first one through the door. Sat in the front of every classroom. Hey, little man. Hey, little guy. He was used to it by now. They'd been studying DNA in science lately; being small was in his DNA. He'd show up for soccer, or Little League baseball tryouts, or basketball, when he'd first started going to basketball tryouts at the Y, and there'd always be one of those clipboard dads who didn't know him, or his mom. Or his dad.Asking him: "Are you sure you're with the right group, little guy?"Meaning the right age group.It happened the first time when he was eight, back when he still had to put the ball up on his shoulder and give it a heave just to get it up to a ten–foot rim. When he'd already taught himself how to lean into the bigger kid guarding him, just because there was always a bigger kid guarding him, and then step back so he could get his dopey shot off.This was way back before he'd even tried any fancy stuff, including the crossover.He just told the clipboard dad that he was eight, that he was little, that this was his right group, and could he have his number, please? When he told his mom about it…
Subjects: Basketball, Fathers and sons, Fiction, Juvenile fiction, Schools, Children's fiction
