I enjoyed her previous girl-and-her-horse and girl-and-her-dog books enormously and I admire her writing. The first was that this particular girl-and-her-horse book was written by our good friend Linda Benson, who was one of the first authors ever to appear here. I'll call it The Hoof-print on my Heart:) I tell you all this so you will know it took a bit of convincing for me to agree to read yet another book about a girl and horses. I tease my writer's group that if I'm not happily published by a certain date, I'm going to break down and write my own girl-and-her-horse story. However many it's been, it's too many for a grown man in his early thirties:) Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Emma's River and Whirlwind and Linda Benson's The Horse Jar(I gotta say I like the Spanish title better: La Alcancia De Los Suenos, or, The Piggybank of Dreams). Oh, Esteemed Reader, I've lost track of the number of girl-and-her-horse stories I've reviewed at this blog. The sound must have been from the dream, the dream she had again and again. She blinked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Was it rain against the tent? Rain would bring relief from the dust and the smothering heat. First Paragraph: Sahara awoke to a pounding inside her head.
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