Saturday, February 19, 2011

Books Speaking without Voices

National Velvet by Enid Bagnold

I knew this one as a movie first. The 1944 production with Elizabeth Taylor is a favorite movie of mine. The color was so rich, I felt like I could smell the hay in the barn and the clods of grass that Pie ran through. When I read the book for the first time, these sensations only became more palpable. I felt rooted in the English countryside, wanting to be there taking care of the horses and training for the Grand National.  The rich fields called my name.  The small town gave me life.  The stable gave me a home.  This was written for a young audience, but it is ageless.

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