Last night I finished rereading a favorite novel: A Wind in Cairo by Judith Tarr.
Now this is not a new or even recent book (although it’s recently been released as an ebook, link above). It was originally published in 1989, and I read it then (with the above cover).
And it blew my mind. There’s history, there’s magic, there’s romance and, most of all, there’s a horse.
I’m not a horse expert. I don’t own one, no matter how much I like them. I understand that owning a horse is a committment that ranks somewhere between having a dog and having a child. A committment. Owning a horse means putting their schedule above your own desires for decades. (I’m already doing this with my dogs.)
But I’ve always loved the -idea- of owning a horse. I learned to ride, I read everything I could, and I even have written about horses.
Yes, my Iron Shoes trilogy owes a lot to this novel (and The Grey Horse by R.A.MacAvoy).
I would not for a second try to convince anyone that I write as well as Tarr. Her writing has a lovely, poetical flow, she’s an amazing Historian, and actually owns and trains Lippizans. I, on the other hand, am a hack writer with Airedales.
So if you love horses, type in her name to whatever bookseller your prefer’s search function, and you’ll find dozens of lovely novels to read!