By Don Stanford. This was part of my haul from the recent library benefit sale, where the last day is $1 a bag day and is a madhouse. Anybody thinking print books are obsolete ought to see the hundreds lined up at the warehouse waiting for the doors to open that day or the feeding frenzy of book-seizing that follows. And every now and then among the tables, there is the woeful cry accompanying a bookalanche as someone tried to overstuff their $1 bag rather than checking out, depositing in the car, and starting over with bag #2, and it tore. I was grabbing anything that even potentially looked horsey (or select other genres), to be sorted at more leisure later. Got over 60 books in two bags.
I’d never read this kid’s book, but it was great start to finish. A little dated (the idea of being able to fly from America to England, pay for a full-summer residential course at a horse school, then fly back across the Pond at the end on a $1000 inheritance brought a smile). But the horsiness was outstanding.
This is one from the era when horse books were about HORSES. So many more recent horse fiction books I’ve read are about horses plus life angst, boys, etc., as if they think we’d get bored staying in the stable or the riding ring. But the truly horse crazy LOVE staying in the stable or the riding ring, and this book keeps you there. Even the life lessons, boyfriend crush, etc., take place firmly in the immediate context of horses. Probably 95% of the book is either set in the stables or riding. And the horse knowledge was accurate.
I thoroughly enjoyed it. A nice gem of the past with which I hadn’t previously been acquainted.