a bad case of the “I wants”, and, of course, books

I absolutely adore riding Moss (the far-too-nice-for-me horse I have been loaning), but I’ve recently gotten a bad case of the “I wants”. Moss is getting older, and he no longer jumps (nor should he have to, he’s definitely earned his “trot around and have everyone admire me” time), and I miss working with younger horses. Moss has really put on a ton of strength and weight over the eight months I’ve been riding him, and I think he’s getting used more around the riding school, which is excellent.  Hopefully, they’ll start using him as a lead horse on hacks around the farm ride soon, as he is absolutely amazing on hacks (never puts a foot wrong and just enjoys it so much).  But, as usual, once something seems to be going smoothly, I look around for something new to do. So, maybe a youngish TB ex-racer? I’m not going to rush the process, but it feels like the right thing to do, maybe with an eye on picking one up at the end of the summer, doing low-key stuff for the winter, and then being able to really get into it next summer. I would really like to be riding something where jumping was part of my goals, and I would also like to work on the sort of basics and training that you really get into with a young horse.  (Moss, of course, is already perfect and needs nothing. 🙂 ) Although trying to plan that far ahead makes me twitchy.

Luckily, I can distract myself with books. There are some amazing books out this Fall (the newest Scott Westerfeld, the newest Johannes Cabal, a new Neal Stephenson, plus more Murakami). Seriously, I love summer, but I am super impatient for these books to come out (already read the Johannes Cabal, but it was so good I want to be able to buy and gift a few copies). I also got an amazing set of young adult books over the weekend, including the newest Kat Falls, the sequel to “She’s So Dead to Us” (which is a lot of fun!), and “Haunting Violet”, a gorgeous YA/ghost-story/historical that I read in one sitting. Every time I talk to anyone about books, I can’t help but babble about what a golden age this seems to be for young adult literature.  There are the juggernauts like “Harry Potter”, but there is also Laurie Halse Anderson (who writes with power and grace and a wicked sense of humour), and the already mentioned Scott Westerfeld, and Justin Somper, and, and, and…the list is really endless. These books do more than entertain (although they do that, and do it well), they treat young adults with the sort of respect and empathy that makes the stories powerful and compelling.  These books don’t shift the language down, or cover up life with some sort of gossamer “everything is fine” sort of gauze; they speak to what really goes on and how life really feels. (Which seems to terrify some people, for some reason.) That said, I’m off to read some books, if only to distract myself from the idea of a new horse.