Just an update on my fitness goals for 2012 - I logged 40 miles either walking or running in the month of January!
Woo-hoo!! I'll be posting a little more detail about my fitness goals in the next few days. Have a great day!
Friday, February 03, 2012
Book #1 Review (12 in '12)
Wow, on 1/31/12, I finished my first book of 2012 (remember my 12 in '12 goals for this year?) - Horses Never Lie About Love by Jana Harris.
This was a great book. I thoroughly enjoyed every page. It was filled with lots of details and information about horses, plus it was written with some humor, a big dose of honesty and truth, and detailed descriptions of the locations, feelings, and thoughts of the characters. I had to pace myself throughout the month because it was so good that I could have stayed up all night long and finished the book in one sitting. But, I restrained myself and read just a few pages every couple of days. This allowed me to enjoy the story, thinking about it through the week at different times and wondering what would happen in the upcoming pages...
The story of True Colors was poignant. I didn't realize how much it had impacted me until a few moments after I closed the book after reading the last page. P asked me how the book was and I started weeping. It surprised me so much, I wasn't expecting to be impacted like that, but for some reason, I started crying. It was a celebration of the life of True Colors along with a feeling of loss and mourning.
As a girl, I was horse crazy! I would actually pretend to be a horse during recess somewhere around 2nd or 3rd grade. I wanted a horse so bad and read every book in the school library that had anything to do with horses. My wish came true and my parents got Pedro from a nearby family friend - an older Thoroughbred-Tennessee Walker-Appaloosa mix with a strawberry roan coat. So, for a long time during my childhood, my best friend and closest companion had 4 legs and long bristly tail. Pedro was a great horse for me - his patience was never-ending as he submitted to my bumblings while grooming and riding him. He developed a bad case of colic one time - I think from eating the salal bushes that grew everywhere - and couldn't recover. My parents and I had to make a hard decision and decided that it was time to end his suffering. It was a traumatic experience for a 9th grade girl.
This book, Horses Never Lie About Love, is definitely a must-read for every woman who remembers what it was like to be a horse-crazy young girl.
This was a great book. I thoroughly enjoyed every page. It was filled with lots of details and information about horses, plus it was written with some humor, a big dose of honesty and truth, and detailed descriptions of the locations, feelings, and thoughts of the characters. I had to pace myself throughout the month because it was so good that I could have stayed up all night long and finished the book in one sitting. But, I restrained myself and read just a few pages every couple of days. This allowed me to enjoy the story, thinking about it through the week at different times and wondering what would happen in the upcoming pages...
The story of True Colors was poignant. I didn't realize how much it had impacted me until a few moments after I closed the book after reading the last page. P asked me how the book was and I started weeping. It surprised me so much, I wasn't expecting to be impacted like that, but for some reason, I started crying. It was a celebration of the life of True Colors along with a feeling of loss and mourning.
As a girl, I was horse crazy! I would actually pretend to be a horse during recess somewhere around 2nd or 3rd grade. I wanted a horse so bad and read every book in the school library that had anything to do with horses. My wish came true and my parents got Pedro from a nearby family friend - an older Thoroughbred-Tennessee Walker-Appaloosa mix with a strawberry roan coat. So, for a long time during my childhood, my best friend and closest companion had 4 legs and long bristly tail. Pedro was a great horse for me - his patience was never-ending as he submitted to my bumblings while grooming and riding him. He developed a bad case of colic one time - I think from eating the salal bushes that grew everywhere - and couldn't recover. My parents and I had to make a hard decision and decided that it was time to end his suffering. It was a traumatic experience for a 9th grade girl.
This book, Horses Never Lie About Love, is definitely a must-read for every woman who remembers what it was like to be a horse-crazy young girl.
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