Book Review - The Head and not the Heart

Visit  http://www.nataliekreinert.com/  to order this book, PLEASE! Natalie Keller Reinert, aka Union Square, aka an array of amazing blogs, like http://retiredracehorseblog.wordpress.com/ which will also lead you to her other array of social networking accounts. I find them a little dizzying, but I am older than trees.

Natalie's first comment on my blog made me laugh. I'd have to say most of her comments made me laugh. Her writing skills are superlative, and her grasp of horse life laser sharp. Natalie makes me laugh, and cry, and gasp and cheer over her myriad real and fictional equine escapades, which brings me to the book Natalie was whined into sending me to review. I haven't reviewed a book since my short lived stab at University English courses. So, I have no idea what format is acceptable. It's a book about the track. The End:)

All I can say is, I want MORE. Funny, wonderfully accurate, sad, inspiring, honest. I loved it, raced through it, was so sorry to see it end. I kept paging down, but nope, hit the biography blurb, instead. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED the ending! Who wouldn't. I just didn't want it to...

Natalie has an uncanny ability to place the reader firmly into her written world, and you feel/smell/taste the sweetness of a horse's every day life. A rider's bruised butt, a cold harsh wind, a throbbing lack of sleep, a kind horse's generous eye...  Sigh. More, Natalie. Thank you so much for letting me read the whole thing!

As a true fan, I will always want more:)
I'll keep the whining to a dull roar. Promise. I'll try, anyway. When you hit my age, you do what you can to get what you want;)

Here's a poem I found. I dedicate it to Natalie and hearts that will always love horses.

The Midnight Steeplechase
The steam of their steeds
Like a mist of the meads,
Veiled the moon in a curtain of cloud.
And the stars so bright
Shuddered in light
As the unhallowed troop in their shadowy shroud,
Galloping, whooping, and yelling aloud,
Fast and unfailing, and furious in flight,
Rattled on like a hailstorm, and vanished in night.
ANON