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A review by authoraugust
The Heavenly Horse from the Outermost West by Mary Stanton
4.0
This book is Summer. It's stretching out on that scratchy pink camping blanket that smelled like our quarter-sized garage, fixing my explosive ponytail, and squinting into sunlight splashed on well-loved library book pages. It's getting lost so thoroughly in the world of Duchess and the Dancer that I forget about a snack and read hungrily until dinner. It's snapping the book shut after the last word, my eyes shining with tears or adventure, then flinging myself into a gallop across the yard; never mind the pebbles and sticks in my bony kneecaps; never mind my aching wrists, I ran with Duchess, I ran with Pony, I ran with Cory and Susie and even Lilly.
It isn't a perfect book. But for me, it's a perfect memory. It was like I'd already met the book a long time ago, and sitting down to it was like sitting down to a deep, twenty-something friendship with that kid whose name you barely knew in kindergarten but whose face is lined by the same environment yours is.
Thank you, Mary Stanton. For a couple of stolen afternoons, I ran with Hazel-Rah again for the first time, spun with Ender Wiggins in the Battle Room again for the first time, plunged to the terror of Sgorr's horrible secret with Rannoch again for the first time.
It isn't a perfect book. But for me, it's a perfect memory. It was like I'd already met the book a long time ago, and sitting down to it was like sitting down to a deep, twenty-something friendship with that kid whose name you barely knew in kindergarten but whose face is lined by the same environment yours is.
Thank you, Mary Stanton. For a couple of stolen afternoons, I ran with Hazel-Rah again for the first time, spun with Ender Wiggins in the Battle Room again for the first time, plunged to the terror of Sgorr's horrible secret with Rannoch again for the first time.