Title: Appaloosa Summer
Author: Tudor Robins
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: June 5, 2014
Pages: 230
ISBN: 978-0993683701
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary / Coming-Of Age /
Romance / Horse-Themed
Format: Paperback and eBook
Sixteen-year-old Meg Traherne has never known loss. Until the
beautiful, talented horse she trained herself, drops dead underneath her in the
show ring. Jared Strickland has been living with loss ever
since his father
died in a tragic farming accident. Meg escapes from her grief by changing
everything about her life; moving away from home to spend her summer living on
an island in the St. Lawrence River, scrubbing toilets and waiting on guests at
a B&B. Once there, she meets Jared; doing his best to keep anything else in
his life from changing. When Jared offers Meg a scruffy appaloosa mare out of a
friend’s back field, it’s the beginning of a journey that will change both of
them by summer’s end.
Book Excerpt:
Chapter
One
I’m staring down a line of jumps that should scare my brand-new
show breeches right off me.
But it doesn’t. Major and I know our jobs here. His is to read
the combination, determine the perfect take-off spot, and adjust his stride
accordingly. Mine is to stay out of his way, and let him jump.
We hit the first jump just right. He clears it with an
effortless arc, and all I have to do is go through my mental checklist. Heels down. Back straight. Follow his mouth.
“Good boy, Major.” One ear flicks halfway back to acknowledge my
comment, but not enough to make him lose focus. A strong, easy stride to jump
two, and he’s up, working for both of us, holding me perfectly balanced as we
fly through the air.
He lands with extra momentum; normal at the end of a long,
straight line. He self-corrects, shifting his weight back over his hocks. Next
will come the surge from his muscled hind end; powering us both up, and over,
the final tall vertical.
It doesn’t come, though. How can it not? “Come on!” I cluck,
scuff my heels along his side. No response from my rock solid jumper.
The rails are right in front of us, but I have no horsepower –
nothing – under me. By the time I think of going for my stick, it’s too late.
We slam into several closely spaced rails topping a solid gate. Oh God. Oh no. Be ready, be ready, be ready.
But how? There’s no good way. There are poles everywhere, and leather tangling,
and dirt. In my eyes, in my nose, in my mouth.
There’s no sound from my horse. Is he as winded as me? I can’t
speak, or yell, or scream. Major? Is
that him on my leg? Is that why it’s numb? People come, kneel around me. I
can’t see past them. I can’t sit up. My ears rush and my head spins. I’m going to throw up. “I’m going to …”
**********
I flush the toilet. Swish out
my mouth. Avoid looking in the mirror. Light hurts, my reflection hurts,
everything hurts at this point in the afternoon, when the headache builds to
its peak.
Why me?
I’ve never lost anybody close to me. My grandpa died before I
was born, and my widowed grandma’s still going strong at ninety-four. She has
an eighty-nine-year-old boyfriend. They go to the racetrack; play the slots.
If I had to predict who would die first in my life, I would
never, in a million years, have guessed it would be my fit, strong,
seven-year-old thoroughbred.
Never.
But he did.
Thinking about it just sharpens the headache, so I press a towel
against my face, blink into the soft fluffiness.
“Are you OK?” Slate’s voice comes through the door. With my mom
and dad at work, Slate’s been the one to spend the last three days distracting
me when I’m awake, and waking me up whenever I get into a sound sleep. Or
that’s what it feels like.
“Fine.” I push the bathroom door open.
“Puke?”
I nod. Stupid move. It hurts. Whisper instead. “Yes.”
“Well, that’s a big improvement. Just the once today.”
She follows me back to my room. She’s not a pillow-plumper or
quilt-smoother – I have to struggle into my rumpled bed – but it’s nice to have
her around. “I’m glad you’re here, Slatey.” I sniffle, and taste salt in the
back of my throat.
I’m close to tears all the time these days. “Normal,” the doctor
said. Apparently tears aren’t unreasonable after suffering a knock to the head
hard enough to split my helmet in two, with my horse dropping stone cold dead
underneath me in the show ring. I’m still sick of crying, though. And puking,
too.
“Don’t be stupid, Meg; being here is heaven. My mom and Agate
are going completely over the top organizing Aggie’s sweet sixteen. There are
party planning boards everywhere, and her dance friends are always over giggling
about it too.”
“Just as long as it’s not about me. I don’t want to owe you.”
“’Course not; you’re not that
great of a best friend.”
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The Book:
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About the Author
Tudor
Robins is an Ottawa-based young adult author whose first novel, Objects in Mirror, was named a Best Book
for Kids and Teens by the Canadian Children’s Book Centre.
She gathered publishing-related experience in her roles as a magazine
editor and publishing sales representative, as well as working in offset and
digital printing. Tudor currently teaches writing workshops for adults and
children, as well as developing writing contests and programming to motivate
young writers.
Tudor loves reading, writing, and horseback riding, and spending time
with her husband and two sons.
Appaloosa
Summer is now available in paperback through Amazon (link), and can also be
purchased in the Kindle store.
Receiving messages from readers is one of Tudor’s favourite things, so
please feel free to visit her website and connect with her on Facebook.
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Review:
An intriguing story of hope in spite of grief and suffering. A dynamic story written for young adults but also appropriate for middle grade readers as well. Well written and engaging, a story that will capture the imagination of any reader.
I love stories with animals and overcoming difficulties in life. This story captured my interest right away and kept me reading long into the night. One that many readers will enjoy whether you like horses or not.
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