My Favorite Childhood Book
I was an avid reader from a very young age, with few traditional book obsessions. I never read Beverly Cleary, or Dr. Seuss, or Judy Blume. Nearly everything I read was already on my mother’s bookshelf.
However, I inhaled two series of books about kids, with the first being Elsie Dinsmore, a very old set of books from the 1800’s by Martha Finley, passed down generations, originally belonging to my Great Grandma on my mother’s side. I was the kid with the flashlight under the covers, reading it until I fell asleep late into the night.
The other series was The Black Stallion, by Walter Farley, obviously inspired by my love of horses but also from my father’s love of horse racing that he introduced me too at a very young age. The first Saturday in May? Check. Girl who dreamed about riding a horse on the beach? Check. Woman who cried when American Pharoah won the Triple Crown, when she visited Churchill Downs for the Breeder’s Cup, and still has “own a horse” on her bucket list? Check.
“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”