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Gina's note:
When I picked this book up - I was drawn in and did not put it down until I was finished. It is very, very well written - a story about an ordinary horsewoman (like me) and her life with an old horse of questionable usefulness. A very good read that showcases the many spiritual moments interwoven with everyday, horseowning experiences. Here are some quotes - you will know what I mean:
"For most of my early childhood, I crawled around on all fours with soup cans attached to my hands so that they would sound like hooves. I stuffed one of my mother's scarves into the back of my trousers for a tail. Sometimes I put a pencil in my mouth for a bit and rig up shoelaces to resemble a bridle. I whinnied and snorted and practiced every noise a horse made."
"There I was, forty-eight years old, sitting beside an Amish man in a cart learning to drive a draft horse for the first time and giggling like a teenager."
"Starting a conversation about horse poop is a great way to meet others just like you. Start talking about it, and you will separate the real horse people from the "I've always wanted a horse" set. Non-horse people stare wide-eyed, wrinkle their noses, and then they go golfing. The true horse folk dive right in."
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