Oh how I loved Scorpio Races

Beautiful. i wanted to go straight from the ending to the first page, so i could read it again. My mum did, too.

It’s so warm and no darkness. Love that made me cheer but tender and innocent. It’s beautfiul and it’s scary but, i dunno, wholesome? Reminds me of all the books I was passionate about as a 12 year old, the Silver Brumby series that I took everywhere with me. The horses in the fields behind my Nan’s old house, the fields that are motorway now. It made me want to run to the Shetlands/etc, but not to stay too long, cos there’s┬ámagic in them there hills. Magic that might eat me.

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