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A review by jjp723
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
5.0
What a great book ... so good, in fact, that instead of just thinking about it and never doing it, as soon as I finished I went online and had a copy sent to my niece. Not just because I am hoping I can borrow it, but because I think she will love it like I did :)
I like all of Maggie Stiefvater's books but this is my favorite mainly for the fact of how it made me feel - like it's actually possible to be happy even in less than perfect circumstances - while at the same time feeling that yearning for a place you want to be but have never been.
Very highly recommended, even if you are well past YA yourself (like me!).
*...It's an odd thought, as I can't think of what George Holly does with himself when he's not watching the horses. Something loud and enthusiastic, no doubt, anything that can be accomplished in a white sweater.*
*...His wife's the brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die.*
*It's all very much like I expected a famous race yard to look like, and I feel a little funny about it. I'm not an ambitious person, I don't think, and it's not as if I ever spent any time daydreaming of having a farm of my own. And I generally have a pretty dim view of people who waste time sighing and moaning and rending their clothing about things that they don't have and never will, because Dad's religion was all about knowing the difference between want and need. But standing here looking into the heart of the Malvern Yard, I feel a small, fierce pang of sadness that I won't ever have a farm.*
*I think that's the mercy of this island, actually, that it won't give us our terrible memories for long, but lets us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.*
*...It is probably the kindest thing I have ever seen in my life, George Holly asking my brother about baked goods.*
*My heart feels full and empty with all of the beginnings and endings. Tomorrow is the races with all of their strategy and danger and hope and fear, and on the other side of it is Gabe getting into a boat and leaving us. I feel like Sean looking out over the ocean. I'm so full of an unnamed wanting that I can't bear it.*
I like all of Maggie Stiefvater's books but this is my favorite mainly for the fact of how it made me feel - like it's actually possible to be happy even in less than perfect circumstances - while at the same time feeling that yearning for a place you want to be but have never been.
Very highly recommended, even if you are well past YA yourself (like me!).
*...It's an odd thought, as I can't think of what George Holly does with himself when he's not watching the horses. Something loud and enthusiastic, no doubt, anything that can be accomplished in a white sweater.*
*...His wife's the brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die.*
*It's all very much like I expected a famous race yard to look like, and I feel a little funny about it. I'm not an ambitious person, I don't think, and it's not as if I ever spent any time daydreaming of having a farm of my own. And I generally have a pretty dim view of people who waste time sighing and moaning and rending their clothing about things that they don't have and never will, because Dad's religion was all about knowing the difference between want and need. But standing here looking into the heart of the Malvern Yard, I feel a small, fierce pang of sadness that I won't ever have a farm.*
*I think that's the mercy of this island, actually, that it won't give us our terrible memories for long, but lets us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.*
*...It is probably the kindest thing I have ever seen in my life, George Holly asking my brother about baked goods.*
*My heart feels full and empty with all of the beginnings and endings. Tomorrow is the races with all of their strategy and danger and hope and fear, and on the other side of it is Gabe getting into a boat and leaving us. I feel like Sean looking out over the ocean. I'm so full of an unnamed wanting that I can't bear it.*