Puck Connolly is different. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. But fate hasn’t given her much of a chance. So she enters the competition — the first girl ever to do so. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen.
I’ve never read a book quite like this one.
The prose, the style, the magical weaving of words: Utterly beautiful. It’s written in present tense (a new craze, so I’ve noticed). But nothing can match this author’s skill in piecing together words and sentences and chapters and coming out with such a vivid picture. You could jump right in. After a while, there’s no book in your hands. You’re on the bare, windy island of Thisby. There’s no cliché similes, no stilted dialogue, no dragging description. It’s all fresh and alive and bursting from the pages in its vigour. I felt in awe as I read this book, not just because of the story, but because it was written so well.
The book isn’t as fast-paced as you’d imagine, but it has a strong pull all the same. The story isn’t really about the Scorpio Races, I don’t think. It’s about Puck Connelly and Sean Kendrick and what they want most. And it’s about how you don’t always get it the way you thought you would. There are horses. Of course there are horses. But you don’t have to be horse-crazy to devour this book. It’s not stuffed with tricky and detailed horse-terminology. It’s about Water Horses, the mysterious, deadly, carnivorous, capaill uisce. It’s about island ponies. There’s blood. Danger. Excitement. Laughter. Salt and sand between the teeth. Racing. Death. Fire. Legend. Custom. And Fear.
And the characters… The author wove characters out of salt and air and wild freedom and somehow tacked them to the page for us to read about. We see everything through Sean and Puck’s eyes, their narratives alternating between chapters. It’s in first-person. I really, really like first-person, (and I’ll add that I really like present tense, because, after this book, I do). But the other characters are just as crisp. Finn and Gabe—Puck’s brothers. Mr. Malvern and his son, Mutt. George Holly, the American buyer. There’s no beginning to describing how well these characters are penned. In fact, there’s no use describing how well anyof this book is penned. It needs to be read.
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I loved the world the author spun to us. I think she did it flawlessly.
To put it plainly: THIS BOOK IS THE BEST.