This book, written by Gordeeva several years after Grinkov’s shocking death at the age of twenty-eight, seemed like the most romantic thing I had ever read. I fell in love with them and with their sport and so, when I found this book in 1997, there was never a question in my mind that I would read and love it.
That passion had been launched during the 1994 Lillehammer Olympic Games, the first Olympics I remember watching, when I had watched Ekaterina Gordeeva and Sergei Grinkov skate their long program to Moonlight Sonata. By then, it was already clear that this was not the sport for me (I was 5’6” at that point and still growing) and while I knew my future lay with sports like volleyball and rowing that favour tall girls, I was still captivated by the beauty and artistry of figure skating. I bought this book when I was eleven and, like many little girls, fascinated by figure skating. Inspired by the Olympics, I picked up my old copy of My Sergei: A Love Story by Ekaterina Gordeeva (with E.M.
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