Seems like just yesterday that it was summer, and I was reading in the car while Linus caught a few z's and Sela cooled off in the pool at swim practice. Oh, yes -- it was last week! And now it's raining!
This book was my favorite read of the summer.
We ended up with two copies of it. I would say that neither Sela nor I are "horse girls," but, I wanted her to have some Marguerite Henry's on the shelf -- maybe she'd like them. There could be something there for her. For a dollar at the library book sale, it was worth it. Twice, apparently. When I came across the first copy, with a modern-looking picture, I didn't think anything of it. Sela asked if I had read it. I said I hadn't. But, when I came across this copy I knew that I had read it as a girl. Did I like it? I don't remember. Which is surprising for me. And surprising I had read it at all -- it wasn't really my style. Looking at the cover, I do remember being fascinated by that star on her forehead.
I recently decided that I would read what was always within arm's reach (Sela's books) and not lament about adding the extra chores of deciding on adult books and making my way to the non-children's section of the library -- I'm really happy with this choice. This summer I've read about the Romanovs, Elvis Presley, Cleopatra, the Gold Rush and Sacramento history, Mary Queen of Scots, Australian explorers -- just to name a few. It's perfect for the time-being.
And did I say "arm's reach"? They're much closer than this -- I pick up and put away books constantly at our house. Which really is fine. I get tired of putting other things away over and and over again, but I feel grateful that I can't walk through a room of our house without finding several books deposited wherever someone stopped to read. I was putting Sea Star back on the shelf, and I noticed that this cover still captivates me -- so I tossed it in my bag and took it along on our day's outings. I'm so glad I did.
It wasn't until the last bit of the book that I really remembered reading it. And that I did really like it. And I knew the horse aspect hadn't been the hook. What I loved this time is what I loved last time. I know it. I probably didn't really know it then -- but I'm still the same person all these years later. Funny how we can look back and glimpse into parts of ourselves that have always been there - no matter how small or how big we are, whether we were aware of them or not.
What a great little summer journey I had with this book. Such pleasant little 30 minute breaks: Linus resting peacefully in the back seat, car door open, breeze blowing through, sun shining, sounds of parents and kids coming and going, splashing sounds from the pool. So glad I picked it up.