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Wild Horses of the Summer Sun
Travel writer Tory Bilski's HORSES OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN: A TRAVEL MEMOIR OF ICELAND, recounting her 12 summers at a horse farm in Thingeyrar, a windswept place of haunting, desolate beauty, run by Helga, an Icelandic horse whisperer; she spends a week each year with a group of kindred female souls (both loved and tolerated) all of whom are besotted with Icelandic horses; love of place, wild rides, growing friendships, and unexpected adventures each year bring about a discovery of self for the author, to Jessica Case at Pegasus, for publication in spring 2019.
272 pages, Paperback
First published May 7, 2019
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August 2, 2023
Every year (or each year she was able), Tory Bilski took a trip to Iceland with a rotating group of ladies in order to ride Icelandic horses. Why? Well, one time when she was online, she had seen a grainy photo (such were the quality of Internet photos in the mid 2000s) of Icelandic horses and knew she needed to go see them. Call it kismet, call it a spiritual calling, but from that point forward she started making the trip as often as she could and in her memoir Wild Horses of the Summer Sun, Bilski gives us snippets from those trips over the years, detailing some deepening female friendships and an ever growing appreciation for all things Icelandic.
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June 9, 2019
Tory Bilski travels to northwest Iceland with a group of women multiple years in a row to ride Icelandic horses. I think this is best for people who are super interested in horses (this is not me) or Iceland (this is me) and that otherwise the highlights would have made a shorter essay or article.
This came out June 7, and I had a copy from the publisher through Edelweiss.
This came out June 7, and I had a copy from the publisher through Edelweiss.
July 20, 2019
Thoughts soon.
June 6, 2021
While I still want to find a book/s that serve as an informative reference book about Icelandic Horses, I ended up loving this memoir more than I had expected. Tory Bilski goes every year to ride horses in Iceland, and I enjoyed reading about each trip, the friends she made, the horses, the beautiful landscape. It was interesting to learn that when she first started going it was this really unusual pursuit, and Iceland itself was not that popular with tourists. She was also incredibly lucky in that her group were the only ones allowed to go the particular farm, so it was a very unique experience that she captures incredibly well here.
September 11, 2020
These were our tales, these were the times, these were the women, and this was the place.
This line from the end of the book wraps up the whole adventure. I enjoyed reading this book so much and it felt like Tori, Sylvie, Eve, Allie, Margot...were my friends, being the horse girl that I am. The author didn't know them really when she went on the first trip and after 11 years they were like a second family to each other. Reading about their adventures, I shared a tear and more than one laughter. It's not only a book about women and horses, that would be a huge cliché and will do this great book no good at all. It's more than that: it's about friendship, life lessons, the beautiful and interesting history of Iceland (I was surprised about the history of Agnes Magnusdottir in the book, as I've read the book 'Burial rites' from Hannah Kent about Agnes) and, of course, the spiritual bond between a person and the beautiful and mystifying Icelandic horse.
This line from the end of the book wraps up the whole adventure. I enjoyed reading this book so much and it felt like Tori, Sylvie, Eve, Allie, Margot...were my friends, being the horse girl that I am. The author didn't know them really when she went on the first trip and after 11 years they were like a second family to each other. Reading about their adventures, I shared a tear and more than one laughter. It's not only a book about women and horses, that would be a huge cliché and will do this great book no good at all. It's more than that: it's about friendship, life lessons, the beautiful and interesting history of Iceland (I was surprised about the history of Agnes Magnusdottir in the book, as I've read the book 'Burial rites' from Hannah Kent about Agnes) and, of course, the spiritual bond between a person and the beautiful and mystifying Icelandic horse.
June 18, 2019
Very interesting look at the modern Icelandic horse, what they're like to train, to ride, how there is a growing appreciation for them outside of Iceland. I kind of wish that Bilski had either gone full lecturer and just focused on Icelandic horses, or gone full self-help and focused on the spiritual nature of her trips, but I get a feeling that she realized that she is not knowledgeable enough about either thing. Twice during the book she relates awkward conversations she has with people in the US where they ask her, So you go to Iceland and ride horses? and then she realizes that they don't care much about her answer. This book sort of feels like someone said to her, You should write a book about your adventures! And then . . . she did. She just really, really loves the horses, but there's nothing more profound than that. (I mean, that's a fine reason, but still.) She isn't a vet or a breeder, and not even a super strong rider. She goes once a year for a week, but misses several of the trips due to health or family issues. So it really is just some notes of a few of her vacations. I want to know more about the trainer whose horses they ride every year, because at the END of the book, when the woman, Helga, announces she has sold the farm, she suddenly coughs up the info that she's the first female breeder, is stunningly beautiful, has literally stopped traffic in America with her exotic looks, etc. And it's like, Wait, what? So I'm going to try and Google Helga, but other than that, I mostly just feel a bit sad that Bilski's adventures are probably over? And that several times random things ruined the trip for her, like catty fellow travelers and a weird illness that was never diagnosed.
January 9, 2022
Tory Bilski recounts the week she spent in Iceland each summer from 2004 to 2015, riding horses at Thingeyar Farm.
“I am known around my hometown as the woman who goes to Iceland to ride horses.” (page x )
Horse-crazy as a girl, and having resumed sporadic riding lessons at age 40, Bilski stumbles across a photo of an Icelandic horse on Google in circa 1999 and is instantly smitten. Then in 2004, when she learns about the owner’s of the nearest Icelandic horse farm in New England impending trip to Iceland to spend a week riding horses at her friend’s horse farm, she seizes the opportunity and asks to tag along.
This trip becomes an annual pilgrimage for a core group of middle-aged women, repeated for the next 12 years until Helga sells her horse farm and moves to the Reykjavík suburbs. Bilski chronicles their lives, friendships, and horse riding highs and lows as well as Iceland’s evolution from primitive, little known, Arctic backwater to international tourist hotspot.
This is one of the few travelogues that appealed to me. I would love to travel to some sparsely populated, extremely rural area, stay in a cabin/guesthouse, and ride horses everyday for a week. Like the author, I was horse-crazy as a young person and had a few years of riding lessons, and, likewise, my family had neither the money nor the acreage to enable me to have a horse of my own. But unlike the author, I was unable to resume riding as an adult and lack the income for international recreational travel. So, I will just have to quietly envy her.
The book made me curious about the Icelandic horse breed with its additional gaits. As someone who likes nothing more than a solid dependable quarter horse, I’m not sure if I’d like to sit a horse with quite so much spirit. But perhaps riding one would make a convert of me as well.
I’m very late to the party when it comes to interest in Iceland, having discovered the country through my casual interest in Norse saga and legend by way of J.R.R. Tolkien, and I enjoyed hearing about it before it was overrun with millions of Western tourists.
I don’t think this book will appeal to younger readers. The perspective is firmly that of middle-age. Up until one’s late 20s, one still believes that things are going to go one’s way. The narrator and her companions have no such illusions. They can see, however dimly, the end of the road up ahead of them. They have regrets, disappointments, dashed hopes, complicated long-term relationships, children who no longer need them, aged and dying parents, failing health, and a lifetime of emotional baggage. These women aren’t traveling to find themselves. They are traveling to escape themselves. For one week each year when ride horses in Iceland, they are able to leave themselves and their lives behind.
I appreciated how candid the author was about the difficulty of adult friendships. It is a lot harder to form and maintain friendships as an adult and requires a fair measure of grace on both sides.
“I am known around my hometown as the woman who goes to Iceland to ride horses.” (page x )
Horse-crazy as a girl, and having resumed sporadic riding lessons at age 40, Bilski stumbles across a photo of an Icelandic horse on Google in circa 1999 and is instantly smitten. Then in 2004, when she learns about the owner’s of the nearest Icelandic horse farm in New England impending trip to Iceland to spend a week riding horses at her friend’s horse farm, she seizes the opportunity and asks to tag along.
This trip becomes an annual pilgrimage for a core group of middle-aged women, repeated for the next 12 years until Helga sells her horse farm and moves to the Reykjavík suburbs. Bilski chronicles their lives, friendships, and horse riding highs and lows as well as Iceland’s evolution from primitive, little known, Arctic backwater to international tourist hotspot.
This is one of the few travelogues that appealed to me. I would love to travel to some sparsely populated, extremely rural area, stay in a cabin/guesthouse, and ride horses everyday for a week. Like the author, I was horse-crazy as a young person and had a few years of riding lessons, and, likewise, my family had neither the money nor the acreage to enable me to have a horse of my own. But unlike the author, I was unable to resume riding as an adult and lack the income for international recreational travel. So, I will just have to quietly envy her.
The book made me curious about the Icelandic horse breed with its additional gaits. As someone who likes nothing more than a solid dependable quarter horse, I’m not sure if I’d like to sit a horse with quite so much spirit. But perhaps riding one would make a convert of me as well.
I’m very late to the party when it comes to interest in Iceland, having discovered the country through my casual interest in Norse saga and legend by way of J.R.R. Tolkien, and I enjoyed hearing about it before it was overrun with millions of Western tourists.
I don’t think this book will appeal to younger readers. The perspective is firmly that of middle-age. Up until one’s late 20s, one still believes that things are going to go one’s way. The narrator and her companions have no such illusions. They can see, however dimly, the end of the road up ahead of them. They have regrets, disappointments, dashed hopes, complicated long-term relationships, children who no longer need them, aged and dying parents, failing health, and a lifetime of emotional baggage. These women aren’t traveling to find themselves. They are traveling to escape themselves. For one week each year when ride horses in Iceland, they are able to leave themselves and their lives behind.
I appreciated how candid the author was about the difficulty of adult friendships. It is a lot harder to form and maintain friendships as an adult and requires a fair measure of grace on both sides.
April 19, 2020
I am here for the horses. All the other social and group dynamics are secondary. Or tertiary. I'm here for the horses, the sense of place, and, lastly, the company.
Just like the author in the quote above, I'm here for the horses. Horses and Iceland. The women were not my reason for reading this book. So of course, I expected it to be more about the horses. With some background about the Icelandic breed itself. All of it was there, but it wasn't, sadly, the focus.
Still, I liked it. And it was light reading, something you can stretch your legs with on a comfy sofa and dive into to find yourself out there in the windy Iceland with the sturdy horses with names such as Loki, Freya or Gnott. That girl-team of theirs is great, too. I admit I wasn't much interested in the Icelandic horse before, but I sure am now!
Further reading:
A Good Horse Has No Color: Searching Iceland for the Perfect Horse
April 8, 2019
I sped through this book. The first 2/3 of it is both fun and funny (the descriptions of her friend group had me laughing out loud) while the ending had me in tears. As a horse rider, I also appreciated how much I learned about Icelandics--seemed really well-researched and piqued my interest in the bred/Iceland's horse history. Sincerely recommend.
March 15, 2026
It’s the Year of the Horse, of galloping energy and cantering control, so I thought I’d read a bit in that direction.
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is a splendid title. And the author’s vacationing on horseback in Iceland each year, far from the constraints of home, was an intriguing choice. The memoir part didn’t work that well for me, but I’ll retain the vision of Icelandic horses and a group of women travelers running free.
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is a splendid title. And the author’s vacationing on horseback in Iceland each year, far from the constraints of home, was an intriguing choice. The memoir part didn’t work that well for me, but I’ll retain the vision of Icelandic horses and a group of women travelers running free.
May 22, 2019
I had a hard time putting down this adventurous, honest, wondrous memoir. I’m not a rider and I’ve never been to Iceland, but I found myself entirely enthralled by the stories of these women and their annual gatherings. The author’s personality and voice feel clear and frank, and it’s easy to relate to her words and feel completely sucked in to the experience.
September 21, 2022
This is the memoir of a wife and mother from New England who becomes passionate about Icelandic horses when she comes across info on the internet. A mid-summer retreat on a horse farm in Iceland to ride horses becomes an annual pilgrimage. She is soon bonded to a group of women who make the same annual journey. I enjoyed learning about the landscape and culture of Iceland. I was not aware of this unique breed of horse. I was less engaged in the description of the dynamics between the group of women which felt a bit caddy at times. 2.5 stars
September 30, 2020
I learned of this book here: https://librofulltime.wordpress.com/2...
If you are a horse lover, you may already know that one of Iceland’s greatest natural resources are it’s horses. Short and sturdy, Icelandics are somewhat like the Fell Ponies we’ve seen Queen Elizabeth ride in recent years.
Tory writes vividly of the trail rides, which for me were the highlight of the book:
“The horses pick up the pace. They vie to be in the front of the pack. This is what horses are like in Iceland because they aren’t coddled like pets. They are brought up in semi-feral conditions: the young and the mares are set free for many months, driven into the mountains to live off the land with no human care. Since they are left to forage for food and water on tier own and figures things out for themselves, they grow to be healthy, sturdy, and for the most part, sane.”
The horses have four or even six gaits. The six gait horses are from a genetic mutation. Riding a horse through all of those gates must be a bit like getting a Semi through a short, uphill intersection for the first time. It takes practice to for the horse and practice for the rider to not only post properly, but to get the horse to agree to the different gaits.
“I gotta go Iceland“
Author Tory and friends, one of whom was among the first to import Icelandic horses into the United States, began going to the same horse farm in Iceland as an annual get-a-way, recharging mission, and gal-pal road trip on their favorite breed of horses. Horses that even swim them places! Now, that is my kind of road trip!!
All of the women are in mid-life, in the 40 to late 50-ish years of yo-yo-ing young adult children, aging parents. The marriages are settled and allow for alone time. The jobs are a now not stressful from inexperience but are now routine. “Going Iceland” is what they think of when the stress gets to them. In Iceland the worries are on another continent and for a week life is reduced to riding amazing horses in the beautiful natural world surrounding them.
Unique Icelandic Odd Horses Beautiful Cute
Icelandic Horse photo credit
The trips are not without problems–one year it’s a mean girl clique, another year its a visit to a new touristy horse farm where anyone, even a novice, can ride Icelandics with a German, Norwegian or other hired guide working for the farm. This causes the ladies to see how truly blessed to have “their” farm to visit all those years.
There are fun side-trips to Iceland’s many quirky museums–a cod canning museum that recreates the workers living quarters is on–there are others celebrating folk lore, fishing and maritime history among other subjects (I actually knew of this–a professor of mine at I.U. wrote a book on the Anglo-Icelandic Cod War). Then there’s the horse show where they are rescue by Iceland’s answer to George Clooney and the ladies imagine one of their own being swept off her feet by him!
As Game of Thrones and various movies put Iceland on the tourist map, changes come to Iceland. The capital city, Reykjavik, goes from town to city, albeit a still-small city and suburbs begin sprouting around it. What changes are coming for the nation and its horses? The ladies start seeing writing on the wall, but choose to turn their heads–exactly s I would do! Your own version of paradise is just that–your own. Tourists, movie stars, McDonald’s–they can’t take it from you.
If you are a horse lover, you may already know that one of Iceland’s greatest natural resources are it’s horses. Short and sturdy, Icelandics are somewhat like the Fell Ponies we’ve seen Queen Elizabeth ride in recent years.
Tory writes vividly of the trail rides, which for me were the highlight of the book:
“The horses pick up the pace. They vie to be in the front of the pack. This is what horses are like in Iceland because they aren’t coddled like pets. They are brought up in semi-feral conditions: the young and the mares are set free for many months, driven into the mountains to live off the land with no human care. Since they are left to forage for food and water on tier own and figures things out for themselves, they grow to be healthy, sturdy, and for the most part, sane.”
The horses have four or even six gaits. The six gait horses are from a genetic mutation. Riding a horse through all of those gates must be a bit like getting a Semi through a short, uphill intersection for the first time. It takes practice to for the horse and practice for the rider to not only post properly, but to get the horse to agree to the different gaits.
“I gotta go Iceland“
Author Tory and friends, one of whom was among the first to import Icelandic horses into the United States, began going to the same horse farm in Iceland as an annual get-a-way, recharging mission, and gal-pal road trip on their favorite breed of horses. Horses that even swim them places! Now, that is my kind of road trip!!
All of the women are in mid-life, in the 40 to late 50-ish years of yo-yo-ing young adult children, aging parents. The marriages are settled and allow for alone time. The jobs are a now not stressful from inexperience but are now routine. “Going Iceland” is what they think of when the stress gets to them. In Iceland the worries are on another continent and for a week life is reduced to riding amazing horses in the beautiful natural world surrounding them.
Unique Icelandic Odd Horses Beautiful Cute
Icelandic Horse photo credit
The trips are not without problems–one year it’s a mean girl clique, another year its a visit to a new touristy horse farm where anyone, even a novice, can ride Icelandics with a German, Norwegian or other hired guide working for the farm. This causes the ladies to see how truly blessed to have “their” farm to visit all those years.
There are fun side-trips to Iceland’s many quirky museums–a cod canning museum that recreates the workers living quarters is on–there are others celebrating folk lore, fishing and maritime history among other subjects (I actually knew of this–a professor of mine at I.U. wrote a book on the Anglo-Icelandic Cod War). Then there’s the horse show where they are rescue by Iceland’s answer to George Clooney and the ladies imagine one of their own being swept off her feet by him!
As Game of Thrones and various movies put Iceland on the tourist map, changes come to Iceland. The capital city, Reykjavik, goes from town to city, albeit a still-small city and suburbs begin sprouting around it. What changes are coming for the nation and its horses? The ladies start seeing writing on the wall, but choose to turn their heads–exactly s I would do! Your own version of paradise is just that–your own. Tourists, movie stars, McDonald’s–they can’t take it from you.
February 8, 2021
3/3.5
I like this memoir. I really do. But I'm struggling with the structure of the book. I was hoping for more about Iceland and it's unique horses and less personal life memoir. However, it wasn't as much of a setback as it could've been.
I'm not one to read a "girlfriends" style book, and Bilski doesn't strike me as someone who would either. Her introverted and rational personality is a lot like mine, in fact, and I found a connection with her through her writing. Her dry humor wasn't lost with me, either, and we probably could be friends in real life. Also I would most likely be just as awkward as she was around a group of women for the first time.
Basically: This is NOT as "girly" of a book as the synopsis implies, which was a pleasant surprise for me.
Bilski and I also both enjoy everything Nordic - especially Iceland and Icelandic horses, which was the reason I bought the book in the first place. But, as I mentioned, there wasn't enough of that here. However, there was just enough to whet my appetite, learn more about the horses, and dream of going to Iceland. So there's that.
I like this memoir. I really do. But I'm struggling with the structure of the book. I was hoping for more about Iceland and it's unique horses and less personal life memoir. However, it wasn't as much of a setback as it could've been.
I'm not one to read a "girlfriends" style book, and Bilski doesn't strike me as someone who would either. Her introverted and rational personality is a lot like mine, in fact, and I found a connection with her through her writing. Her dry humor wasn't lost with me, either, and we probably could be friends in real life. Also I would most likely be just as awkward as she was around a group of women for the first time.
Basically: This is NOT as "girly" of a book as the synopsis implies, which was a pleasant surprise for me.
Bilski and I also both enjoy everything Nordic - especially Iceland and Icelandic horses, which was the reason I bought the book in the first place. But, as I mentioned, there wasn't enough of that here. However, there was just enough to whet my appetite, learn more about the horses, and dream of going to Iceland. So there's that.
June 7, 2019
I wonder how many people put riding an Icelandic horse in Iceland on their bucket lists after reading this book? It's a wonderfully written account of a week spent in Iceland over many summers riding horses on a farm near the northern coast. It's also about girlfriends, time just being yourself and these marvelous animals. Over the years, Iceland has gone from a strange place to visit to packed with tourists. I've been to southern Iceland but I definitely want this experience! Unfortunately, it won't be the same, anymore than riding a stable horse on a plodding trail ride is the same as riding your own horse out of the trail. Oh, well. I'm still gonna do it some day!
April 8, 2019
I picked up this memoir because my mom and her cousins went to Iceland and had a great experience. I wanted to learn more and maybe plan a trip. I'm really glad I picked up this book because I knew nothing about the country's horse culture but learned so much. The book was fast-paced and compelling and I laughed quite a bit. Will definitely be suggesting to my mother and her cousins as well.
July 5, 2019
“My first connection was finding a picture of an Icelandic horse on Google. I looked at it everyday and I couldn’t think of anything else.”
Tory Bilski is In her early 40’s when she becomes obsessed with the idea of riding an Icelandic horse in it’s native setting. An Equitour whets her appetite but it’s not until she meets Eve, the owner of a horse farm in the Berkshires, that she is able to return to Iceland for the experience she has been yearning for.
Over a period of about ten years, for a week every summer, Tory accompanies Eve, and a group of up to eight women to Thingeyrar, an Icelandic horse farm owned by breeder and trainer Helga. It’s an opportunity for Tory to leave behind the stresses of ordinary life and connect with the wild horses under the midnight sun. Not every trip is blissful, some are marred by the weather, others by personality clashes, but Bilski is always eager to return, and this travelogue/memoir shares a little of her personal life, her friendship with the women with whom she travels, her experiences in Iceland, and her soul deep connection to the Icelandic horses.
“These were our tales, these were the times, these were the women, and this was the place.”
Icelandic horses are a special breed, its pedigree is mixed but unique to Iceland, which has not permitted the import of other horses for centuries. Though I have no particular love for horses, I do think the Icelandic breed is appealing, and they look wonderful galloping across the gorgeous Icelandic plains, long manes flying, despite their short and stocky stature.
Bilski writes well, and I found Wild Horses of the Summer Sun to be both an engaging and interesting read.
Tory Bilski is In her early 40’s when she becomes obsessed with the idea of riding an Icelandic horse in it’s native setting. An Equitour whets her appetite but it’s not until she meets Eve, the owner of a horse farm in the Berkshires, that she is able to return to Iceland for the experience she has been yearning for.
Over a period of about ten years, for a week every summer, Tory accompanies Eve, and a group of up to eight women to Thingeyrar, an Icelandic horse farm owned by breeder and trainer Helga. It’s an opportunity for Tory to leave behind the stresses of ordinary life and connect with the wild horses under the midnight sun. Not every trip is blissful, some are marred by the weather, others by personality clashes, but Bilski is always eager to return, and this travelogue/memoir shares a little of her personal life, her friendship with the women with whom she travels, her experiences in Iceland, and her soul deep connection to the Icelandic horses.
“These were our tales, these were the times, these were the women, and this was the place.”
Icelandic horses are a special breed, its pedigree is mixed but unique to Iceland, which has not permitted the import of other horses for centuries. Though I have no particular love for horses, I do think the Icelandic breed is appealing, and they look wonderful galloping across the gorgeous Icelandic plains, long manes flying, despite their short and stocky stature.
Bilski writes well, and I found Wild Horses of the Summer Sun to be both an engaging and interesting read.
June 2, 2019
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is a journey of both body and soul. The Icelandic horse culture fascinated me beyond my expectations. The rugged Icelandic countryside provides a backdrop for some wild adventures. But beyond the account of these events, Tory Bilski's observations and introspective explorations tell a broader story of human experience. I could feel the irresistible pull of the pursuit of an inner passion, while anguishing over its reconciliation with the demands of everyday life. Her story illuminates the development of personal relationships, and the evolution of a personal lore. Ingeniously, the personal lore that emerges from these experiences is shown to reflect the lore of the sagas from Iceland's own history. Written with humor and sensitivity, a pinch of humility, and exquisite prose, I loved reading this book, and will ponder its personal implications for years to come.
May 3, 2021
Tory Bilski's book "Wild Horses of the Summer Sun: A Memoir of Iceland" was a wonderful read. Full of great descriptions, vivid details, and honest emotions, Bilski's tale of spending 12 summers riding horses in Iceland with the same group of friends (plus occasionally new individuals added to their travel destination) will capture a reader's imagination right from the start of the book.
As a writer (and equestrian), I have wanted to travel to Iceland for their April writer's retreat, a retreat spent writing most of the day, with excursions in the afternoons to explore the culture and natural beauty that Iceland has to offer, including, in my opinion, its rugged horses. Bilski's memoir fueled that desire even more, and I'd bet I would not be the only reader wanting to go and explore Iceland after reading her book. Beautifully written and entertaining.
As a writer (and equestrian), I have wanted to travel to Iceland for their April writer's retreat, a retreat spent writing most of the day, with excursions in the afternoons to explore the culture and natural beauty that Iceland has to offer, including, in my opinion, its rugged horses. Bilski's memoir fueled that desire even more, and I'd bet I would not be the only reader wanting to go and explore Iceland after reading her book. Beautifully written and entertaining.
July 10, 2019
VERY much enjoyed the parts about the horses and Iceland, loathed the talk about the other women and their lives :P Flipped through the book just to read those parts after a couple of chapters.
May 20, 2019
As a self-proclaimed "horse girl", I am used to receiving horse-related birthday gifts. My sister recently gave this to me for my 30th and, per usual, I internally rolled my eyes and thought I'd end up sticking it on a shelf with the rest of "these" sort of books. Then, an unlikely thing happened. I was mid-flight on my way home from vising my sister when my headphones died and *gasp* I had nothing else to do but read this book. What I read moved me so much that I am taking the time now to write this review. I have truly never read more beautiful, illustrative writing. The author perfectly describes the exhilaration of the ride, the bond between human and horse; she beautifully weaves in metaphors and keen insights about life, relationships, and sense of self. I could see the landscape, I was with her for the rides. I am so grateful that my headphones died that afternoon - I finished the book the next day. This should be on everybody's summer reading list! I highly recommend.
June 25, 2019
First of all - this book is a MUST READ!!!! I also feel the need to get this out there - although I have read hundreds and hundreds of books in my lifetime, I have NEVER written a review before. Mainly because I am one of those people that just "doesn't have time" and leaves the reviewing to others. Now I know that isn't fair of me, especially since I rely on the reviews of others prior to purchasing my books, but it is my reality and I felt I needed to express that so you can understand how much I REALLY, REALLY LOVED THIS BOOK! Also, in the interest of honesty, I have to say that if I didn't have a connection to the author's husband, I probably would not have purchased this book to read. I tend to read "mindless" fiction so that I can lose myself in the fantasy of the book and characters. However, I am SO very glad that I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to read Tory's book. And I would also like to say that I am NOT writing this review solely because of my connection - I have this strong need to tell people they are truly missing out on a great read if they pass this one by. I read 3/4 of this book in one day - I only gave up because it was about 10:00 at night and my eyes were closing on me (I finished the remainder after work the following day). You do not need to have an intense love of horses or a desire to go to Iceland to get sooooooooo much out of this book (I had actually never gave either much thought, but now they are both on my bucket list!) . The book is about so much more - there are lots of moments of laughter, moments of envy (because the author's description of the feeling she has when riding the horses is so clear you feel as if you are with her and that you WANT to be with her!), moments of anger (damn that German trainer!) and moments of sadness. I felt so connected with the women in the book I found myself cheering them on - I was happy when they were happy, angry when someone from the group wasn't very nice (jeez - Pippa shouldn't be allowed in public!) and sad when they were sad. There was a time in the book where the author describes having lifestyle envy and she happened to be at the same age in her life that I am now - I could really relate to that! It was something that made me say - oh my God, I'm not the only woman that wants to escape it all!! There are other times when she talks about her son and their relationship - again, my son is now in a similar age group and I thought - thank God, he will become likable again some day!!! It is also a reminder that, as women, we need to keep our connection to our "selves" and not get lost in the everyday b.s. Whether it is riding horses in Iceland, backpacking the Appalachian trail, or scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef - whatever your dream is this book reminds you that you owe it to yourself to lose the fear or restrains that may be holding you back and take the time to be/find yourself. I finished the book with the desire to hear more stories from Tory - I hope she writes another book because she is truly a talented writer and kept me engaged from the first page.
To sum up my (sort of long winded...) review - you should DEFINITELY READ THIS BOOK - you won't regret it.
To sum up my (sort of long winded...) review - you should DEFINITELY READ THIS BOOK - you won't regret it.
April 28, 2019
Woven throughout this memoir is a story of a people, a place, and a mythology of a time when women rode horses to better understand themselves and their world. More than myth are the stories told of these women, from their initial meeting to their annual trips to Iceland to reconnect with the Icelandic horses and the stark beauty of the country itself.
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is an enjoyable and easy read as we journey with Tory to Iceland to meet with fellow travellers and horse lovers Viv, Kat, Esther, and others. As they come together to explore the countryside and bond with their horses, the women reflect on their lives and what has led each of them to this wild place, and attempt to seek out the wild wisdom and resilience within themselves.
“When I die this is how I want to enter the other world, on the back of a horse that is swimming in a cold lake,” reflects Tory part-way through the book. Later, she poignantly muses, “Did I leave my imprint on the history of the land the way it has left its imprint on me?”
This is a memoir to savour, to delight in, to laugh with and cry with. It’s a memoir that leaves its own imprint on the reader long after the final pages are turned — and that imprint is borne of the wild winds off the glaciers, the grasses around thundering hooves, the whip of manes and the feel of flying on a horse’s back.
I received an e-ARC from the publisher, Pegasus, through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is an enjoyable and easy read as we journey with Tory to Iceland to meet with fellow travellers and horse lovers Viv, Kat, Esther, and others. As they come together to explore the countryside and bond with their horses, the women reflect on their lives and what has led each of them to this wild place, and attempt to seek out the wild wisdom and resilience within themselves.
“When I die this is how I want to enter the other world, on the back of a horse that is swimming in a cold lake,” reflects Tory part-way through the book. Later, she poignantly muses, “Did I leave my imprint on the history of the land the way it has left its imprint on me?”
This is a memoir to savour, to delight in, to laugh with and cry with. It’s a memoir that leaves its own imprint on the reader long after the final pages are turned — and that imprint is borne of the wild winds off the glaciers, the grasses around thundering hooves, the whip of manes and the feel of flying on a horse’s back.
I received an e-ARC from the publisher, Pegasus, through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
September 27, 2019
For the love of Icelandic Horses (2004 – 2015 Thingeyrar Iceland, except ‘06, ‘08, ‘12 Connecticut; Epilogue, 2016 Iceland): Once you see a picture of an Icelandic Horse like the author did while daydreaming at her desk job, you understand why she fell madly in love with these precious, unique animals. But don’t let their small size and adorable looks deceive you. “All the horses get wilder here, their blood filled with the wind and the waves of the Arctic waters.”
Even if you’re an equestrian, how many of us would become so “obsessed” about riding an Icelandic horse in surreal, subarctic Iceland to go to great lengths to actually ride them there? Especially when apparently there are places to ride Icelandic horses in the US, including one in the Berkshires of Massachusetts not too far from the author’s home outside New Haven, Connecticut, where she works at Yale University editing a journal.
That Icelandic horse farm triggered the author’s “Icelandophilia.” The two experiences cannot compare by any stretch of our imagination. And this gorgeous memoir lets your imagination run free, as it did for the author.
Fifteen years ago, Tory Bilski took her first magical trip with a core group of women her age (middle-aged, one older) to temporarily escape the realities of daily life. Back then, not many people were even traveling to Iceland on Icelandair – the only international airline that flies into the country. Landing in Keflavík (not Reykjavik, the capital), the view is bleak, Mars-like. Today, Iceland is a hot destination, but if you only know it as a stopover to Europe or elsewhere, you cannot imagine that the closer you get to the Arctic Sea overlooking Greenland, it’s fantastical, fairy-tale lands. An ancient, mystical Norse country steeped in folklore and myths, inspiration for J. R. R. Tolkien’s fantasies.
Bilski’s adventures come across as mythical: a “horse-lover’s dream” amidst a verdant landscape, “mesmerizing blue fjord,” volcanic sands. This is not only a unique place, but Icelandic horses are a unique breed “that’s remained isolated on this island for over a thousand years.” A breed that’s part “Norwegian Fjord horse, the Shetland Pony, the Irish Connemara, and the Fell and Dales Ponies of Yorkshire.” Interestingly, a bit of the Mongolian horse too, the subject of another memoir reviewed here.
There’s something about horses and their relationship to mankind that’s enchanted, almost spiritual. And those who write memoirs about that profound connection infuse their passion into their prose. “You seek in horses what you can’t get in humans.”
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is escapist fiction crafted in literary prose.
Remarkable how Bilski fell into something beyond her wildest dreams, recognized that, and made it into an annual tradition for more than a decade, except for a few years when family and personal health prevented her from doing so. The euphoria lasted all year, as best as life lets it, until another late June when she set off again. There’s the summer sun in the title but there’s also cold, windy, driving rains, weather that dramatically changes throughout the day.
These life-enriching experiences confirm the cliché about being in the right place at the right time. Bilksi had gone to that Berkshires Icelandic horse farm, where she met Evie and Sylvie. Evie owned the farm with her husband Jack; Sylvie started riding there after retiring at 59. Already, you have a sense these women are hardy souls with big dreams. Helga was Sylvie’s friend in Iceland, who owned a magical horse farm where she bred and trained these beloved horses. The property included a heavenly guesthouse that was not a B&B, but she graciously and generously let Sylvie stay there, along with some of her friends, year after year for many years. That’s how Sylvie, leader and organizer, Evie, the author, along with another of Sylvie’s friends, Viv, and dear Helga, became a small cadre of women the author bonded with. Friendships that made it all possible, doable, incomparable.
Each year, Sylvie invites other women and teenagers to join her; some returned, many not. Sometimes there were nine or more, other times down to the essential four. Some were problematic as they were dealing with significant issues, which is why compassionate Sylvie invited them in the first place. She wholeheartedly believes, as many do, “horses have a way of healing.”
Besides the magical horses and Iceland, these female friendships at a later stage in life should be factored in. Women value friendships in general; in the author’s case, she describes herself as someone whose life revolved around her husband and three children, and someone who did not make friends naturally. So when she does, she’s grateful for them. And when she looks back, as she does in her memoir, she’s nostalgic for what they had. All along worried, how long can fantastic last?
Icelanders are another draw: easy-going, serene, tolerant people. “After all,” the author says, “this is a country that hosted the Reagan-Gorbachev summit; this is a country where people can make peace and disarm nuclear escalations.” She finds even the language restorative, a “lullaby language with nursery-tale tonality.”
You can think of a lot of adjectives to describe Icelandic horses, but the one that doesn’t fit is they’re easy to ride. Their pony-ish size and shaggy looks belie how highly energetic they are when released into their spirited landscape.
Also challenging is these horses have five gaits, atypical. The author hadn’t ridden much since her younger “horse-crazy years” until she turned forty, when horses became intoxicating again. If this was a mid-life crisis, it’s the kind that creates a second life. One that took her husband time to adjust to, time to understand how much Icelandic horses in Iceland meant to her.
The author was forty-six when these adventures took off. The oldest woman was Sylvie at sixty-six. She hardly knew Sylvie and her friend Eve, the rest were strangers.
Helga’s “state-of-the-art” horse farm in Thingeyrar is at the center. It’s about five hours from the airport, but in 2004 the journey lasted frustratingly longer without a GPS app on a cellphone. Neither existed back then.
What drives our fascination with something? Someplace? the author asks. To be addicted to this spectacular breed in a spectacular setting is one thing, but if you want to ride them you’ve got to master their “complicated” gaits. That’s why the author names her chapters – long but broken into short sections – after their five gaits, ranging in speed and number of beats.
The fifth gait is the one to beat. Also called the Flying Pace, it’s the one we can picture vividly: when all the horse’s legs are suspended in air, “giving it the feeling of flying.” No wonder the author felt “wildly free,” wildly flying in a “wild, moody place,” wildly unconventional compared to her life back home.
The author explains how important it is to get to know each horse’s personalities, moods, abilities. Equally important is how horses are affected by their rider’s competence, confidence, moods. Made more difficult as the years pass, as the women grow older and are not as willing to take risks. “Horses are a mirror. You can’t lie to a horse.”
Sixteen pages of beautiful color photos the author took add to our appreciating, like the author does, “the aching beauty of the universe.” The memoir then is a very timely, important tribute to an Arctic Shangri-La crying out for the urgency of global actions to protect our planet in crisis.
Lorraine (EnchantedProse.com)
Even if you’re an equestrian, how many of us would become so “obsessed” about riding an Icelandic horse in surreal, subarctic Iceland to go to great lengths to actually ride them there? Especially when apparently there are places to ride Icelandic horses in the US, including one in the Berkshires of Massachusetts not too far from the author’s home outside New Haven, Connecticut, where she works at Yale University editing a journal.
That Icelandic horse farm triggered the author’s “Icelandophilia.” The two experiences cannot compare by any stretch of our imagination. And this gorgeous memoir lets your imagination run free, as it did for the author.
Fifteen years ago, Tory Bilski took her first magical trip with a core group of women her age (middle-aged, one older) to temporarily escape the realities of daily life. Back then, not many people were even traveling to Iceland on Icelandair – the only international airline that flies into the country. Landing in Keflavík (not Reykjavik, the capital), the view is bleak, Mars-like. Today, Iceland is a hot destination, but if you only know it as a stopover to Europe or elsewhere, you cannot imagine that the closer you get to the Arctic Sea overlooking Greenland, it’s fantastical, fairy-tale lands. An ancient, mystical Norse country steeped in folklore and myths, inspiration for J. R. R. Tolkien’s fantasies.
Bilski’s adventures come across as mythical: a “horse-lover’s dream” amidst a verdant landscape, “mesmerizing blue fjord,” volcanic sands. This is not only a unique place, but Icelandic horses are a unique breed “that’s remained isolated on this island for over a thousand years.” A breed that’s part “Norwegian Fjord horse, the Shetland Pony, the Irish Connemara, and the Fell and Dales Ponies of Yorkshire.” Interestingly, a bit of the Mongolian horse too, the subject of another memoir reviewed here.
There’s something about horses and their relationship to mankind that’s enchanted, almost spiritual. And those who write memoirs about that profound connection infuse their passion into their prose. “You seek in horses what you can’t get in humans.”
Wild Horses of the Summer Sun is escapist fiction crafted in literary prose.
Remarkable how Bilski fell into something beyond her wildest dreams, recognized that, and made it into an annual tradition for more than a decade, except for a few years when family and personal health prevented her from doing so. The euphoria lasted all year, as best as life lets it, until another late June when she set off again. There’s the summer sun in the title but there’s also cold, windy, driving rains, weather that dramatically changes throughout the day.
These life-enriching experiences confirm the cliché about being in the right place at the right time. Bilksi had gone to that Berkshires Icelandic horse farm, where she met Evie and Sylvie. Evie owned the farm with her husband Jack; Sylvie started riding there after retiring at 59. Already, you have a sense these women are hardy souls with big dreams. Helga was Sylvie’s friend in Iceland, who owned a magical horse farm where she bred and trained these beloved horses. The property included a heavenly guesthouse that was not a B&B, but she graciously and generously let Sylvie stay there, along with some of her friends, year after year for many years. That’s how Sylvie, leader and organizer, Evie, the author, along with another of Sylvie’s friends, Viv, and dear Helga, became a small cadre of women the author bonded with. Friendships that made it all possible, doable, incomparable.
Each year, Sylvie invites other women and teenagers to join her; some returned, many not. Sometimes there were nine or more, other times down to the essential four. Some were problematic as they were dealing with significant issues, which is why compassionate Sylvie invited them in the first place. She wholeheartedly believes, as many do, “horses have a way of healing.”
Besides the magical horses and Iceland, these female friendships at a later stage in life should be factored in. Women value friendships in general; in the author’s case, she describes herself as someone whose life revolved around her husband and three children, and someone who did not make friends naturally. So when she does, she’s grateful for them. And when she looks back, as she does in her memoir, she’s nostalgic for what they had. All along worried, how long can fantastic last?
Icelanders are another draw: easy-going, serene, tolerant people. “After all,” the author says, “this is a country that hosted the Reagan-Gorbachev summit; this is a country where people can make peace and disarm nuclear escalations.” She finds even the language restorative, a “lullaby language with nursery-tale tonality.”
You can think of a lot of adjectives to describe Icelandic horses, but the one that doesn’t fit is they’re easy to ride. Their pony-ish size and shaggy looks belie how highly energetic they are when released into their spirited landscape.
Also challenging is these horses have five gaits, atypical. The author hadn’t ridden much since her younger “horse-crazy years” until she turned forty, when horses became intoxicating again. If this was a mid-life crisis, it’s the kind that creates a second life. One that took her husband time to adjust to, time to understand how much Icelandic horses in Iceland meant to her.
The author was forty-six when these adventures took off. The oldest woman was Sylvie at sixty-six. She hardly knew Sylvie and her friend Eve, the rest were strangers.
Helga’s “state-of-the-art” horse farm in Thingeyrar is at the center. It’s about five hours from the airport, but in 2004 the journey lasted frustratingly longer without a GPS app on a cellphone. Neither existed back then.
What drives our fascination with something? Someplace? the author asks. To be addicted to this spectacular breed in a spectacular setting is one thing, but if you want to ride them you’ve got to master their “complicated” gaits. That’s why the author names her chapters – long but broken into short sections – after their five gaits, ranging in speed and number of beats.
The fifth gait is the one to beat. Also called the Flying Pace, it’s the one we can picture vividly: when all the horse’s legs are suspended in air, “giving it the feeling of flying.” No wonder the author felt “wildly free,” wildly flying in a “wild, moody place,” wildly unconventional compared to her life back home.
The author explains how important it is to get to know each horse’s personalities, moods, abilities. Equally important is how horses are affected by their rider’s competence, confidence, moods. Made more difficult as the years pass, as the women grow older and are not as willing to take risks. “Horses are a mirror. You can’t lie to a horse.”
Sixteen pages of beautiful color photos the author took add to our appreciating, like the author does, “the aching beauty of the universe.” The memoir then is a very timely, important tribute to an Arctic Shangri-La crying out for the urgency of global actions to protect our planet in crisis.
Lorraine (EnchantedProse.com)
April 23, 2019
What a lovely book which I thoroughly enjoyed. The author vividly recounted her Icelandic adventures from 2004 through 2015. The dialogue was well written with no awkwardness. She invited the readers into her home, her life, her thoughts and introduced us to her friends. While the premise of the book is the author's love of Icelandic horses, she took the time to include some information on Iceland's culture, geography and history.
Thank you Pegasus Books for randomly selecting me to receive a giveaway copy.
Thank you Pegasus Books for randomly selecting me to receive a giveaway copy.
April 20, 2025
I can’t believe I read my first book of the year as late as April, haha. If I remember correctly, I found out about this book through a video of ‘abookolive’ called ‘2 Books on Wild Horses | Book Reviews’. I wanted to read this book ever since and I finally bought it the 14th of February (it was the last copy of the English version available on bol.com!). I had it lying next to my bed glaring at me and I finally started reading it the week after my midterms.
The first chapters/years of her trips were honeymoon-period-esque. Most things about the trips were still new and amazing to her. Her enthusiasm and wittiness really shone through in these parts and it was very fun to read. However, there were also years she couldn’t go due to personal troubles / problems at the home front. Also, some years were simply less fun or even unpleasant, mostly due to Pippa (not a horse, a human, it's confusing, I know). So these chapters were at times less fun to read, but these were still very important as they put in perspective that not every trip was all sunshine and rainbows.
The ending took me by surprise. Although I noticed that the last chapter was of the year 2015, I just assumed she went on the same trip the years after that, but stopped writing about it or didn’t include it in the book. But no, there was actually quite a sudden end to their series of trips, which was not only unexpected for the reader, but also (somewhat) for the writer at the time. It made the ending quite emotional for me actually. It was sad to see the series of trips come to an end, as they broke the slur/monotony of the author's (work) life and were something she constantly looked forward to, even seeing them as a significant part of her identity.
This book has everything. The writer writes about Icelandic horses, Iceland itself and its myths. But another aspect of the book as important as those are the group dynamics. Although there were some “regulars”, every trip/year consisted of different people. The members of the group were an important factor in whether the year’s trip was a success or a disappointment.
It’s difficult to put into words just how much I enjoyed this book and why. The author has a way of writing that makes it incredibly easy to share in the excitement she felt during her journeys. She also comes across as a very relatable person. Outside of these annual trips, she leads a very normal life. She also doesn’t hold back from expressing her genuine feelings and thoughts. This honesty and authenticity shine through. On top of that, she writes with a lot of wit. I chuckled many times reading this book and now I wonder, do I have the same humor as middle-aged women?
Because of this book, horse riding seems even more fun that I already thought and I will pursue/try it soon if I have the time/chance.
The first chapters/years of her trips were honeymoon-period-esque. Most things about the trips were still new and amazing to her. Her enthusiasm and wittiness really shone through in these parts and it was very fun to read. However, there were also years she couldn’t go due to personal troubles / problems at the home front. Also, some years were simply less fun or even unpleasant, mostly due to Pippa (not a horse, a human, it's confusing, I know). So these chapters were at times less fun to read, but these were still very important as they put in perspective that not every trip was all sunshine and rainbows.
The ending took me by surprise. Although I noticed that the last chapter was of the year 2015, I just assumed she went on the same trip the years after that, but stopped writing about it or didn’t include it in the book. But no, there was actually quite a sudden end to their series of trips, which was not only unexpected for the reader, but also (somewhat) for the writer at the time. It made the ending quite emotional for me actually. It was sad to see the series of trips come to an end, as they broke the slur/monotony of the author's (work) life and were something she constantly looked forward to, even seeing them as a significant part of her identity.
This book has everything. The writer writes about Icelandic horses, Iceland itself and its myths. But another aspect of the book as important as those are the group dynamics. Although there were some “regulars”, every trip/year consisted of different people. The members of the group were an important factor in whether the year’s trip was a success or a disappointment.
It’s difficult to put into words just how much I enjoyed this book and why. The author has a way of writing that makes it incredibly easy to share in the excitement she felt during her journeys. She also comes across as a very relatable person. Outside of these annual trips, she leads a very normal life. She also doesn’t hold back from expressing her genuine feelings and thoughts. This honesty and authenticity shine through. On top of that, she writes with a lot of wit. I chuckled many times reading this book and now I wonder, do I have the same humor as middle-aged women?
Because of this book, horse riding seems even more fun that I already thought and I will pursue/try it soon if I have the time/chance.
May 14, 2020
Im Jahr 2004 fängt für die Autorin Tory Bilski alles an. Sie gehört zu den neun Frauen, die die Liebe zu Pferden verbindet und die über zwölf Jahre nach Island reisen. Man erfährt wie die Autorin zum Reiten und zu Pferden im Allgemeinen und zu Islandpferden im Speziellenh kam. Schön fand ich an diese Stelle das Zitat von Woody Allen "Das Herz verlangt, was es verlangt". So lässt Tory Bilski die Welt hinter sich und reist nach Island, um dort zu reiten.
Tory Bilski beschreibt gekonnt das Reiten, den Umgang den Islandpferden und die natürliche Schönheit der isländischen Landschaft. Neben den Reisen nach und in Island, erfährt der Leser auch viel über das persönliche Leben der Autorin und ihrer Freundinnen. Die Gliederung des Buches, nach den Gangarten des Islandpferdes genannt, fand ich sehr originell. Man spürt beim Lesen förmlich die Begeisterung der Autorin für Islandpferde. Diese ist eine sehr robuste Pferderasse, der das isländische Wetter nichts auszumachen scheint. Ich selbst war schon ein paar mal in Island und liebe seitdem die isländische Landschaft. Aber auch wer Island bisher noch nicht kennenlernen durfte, wird das Lesen dieses Buches genießen. Ob Island- oder Pferdefreund, die Lektüre Tory Bilskis Reisen lindert Fernweh und lässt den Alltag weit hinter sich.
"Wilde Pferde, wilde Herzen" ist ein wundervolles Buch über Pferde, Freundschaften und die faszinierende Flora und Fauna Islands. Hier wird eine einmalige Stimmung erschafft, die mich tief berührt hat.
Tory Bilski beschreibt gekonnt das Reiten, den Umgang den Islandpferden und die natürliche Schönheit der isländischen Landschaft. Neben den Reisen nach und in Island, erfährt der Leser auch viel über das persönliche Leben der Autorin und ihrer Freundinnen. Die Gliederung des Buches, nach den Gangarten des Islandpferdes genannt, fand ich sehr originell. Man spürt beim Lesen förmlich die Begeisterung der Autorin für Islandpferde. Diese ist eine sehr robuste Pferderasse, der das isländische Wetter nichts auszumachen scheint. Ich selbst war schon ein paar mal in Island und liebe seitdem die isländische Landschaft. Aber auch wer Island bisher noch nicht kennenlernen durfte, wird das Lesen dieses Buches genießen. Ob Island- oder Pferdefreund, die Lektüre Tory Bilskis Reisen lindert Fernweh und lässt den Alltag weit hinter sich.
"Wilde Pferde, wilde Herzen" ist ein wundervolles Buch über Pferde, Freundschaften und die faszinierende Flora und Fauna Islands. Hier wird eine einmalige Stimmung erschafft, die mich tief berührt hat.
July 26, 2019
I learned a lot about Icelandic horses, which was interesting. There is an Icelandic horse farm near where I live and I wondered about them every time I would pass by. Iceland imports no horses, keeping their unique breed consistent from when the island was first settled a millennia ago. Once a horse has been sold out of the country, it can never return. By doing this, Icelandic horses in Iceland remain free of the diseases that afflict horses elsewhere. Through a series of "friend of a friend of a friend" relationships, the author was invited to visit Thingeyrar, a premier Icelandic horse farm in northern Iceland, every June for twelve years. The trip with her women friends was the highlight of her year and only ended when the horse breeder, Helga, decided to sell her farm and retire. The trips started before Iceland became a real tourist destination, when only about 20,000 tourists visited every year. Now, about 1.5 million visit annually. The descriptions of the individual horses, the quirks and characteristics of her friends, the food they enjoyed, the loveliness and historic significance of Thingeyrar are all described in detail. I give it three stars because it was a bit disjointed, a bit repetitive, and touched only lightly and frustratingly on deeper topics as the author tried to preserve the privacy of her friends and family.
September 17, 2019
The book was recommended by a friend who has a neighbor who knows Tory . We live in CT. The references in the book do not identify where Tory lives in Ct. I borrowed the book through interlibrary loan CT. It arrived in Large Print.
When a child, I read every book on horses, demanded that my Father buy me a horse (which he did not do) and during high school was lucky enough to have riding lessons twice a week. As to Iceland, I went there twice and loved it and enjoyed the views of horses running wild and free as I also looked at the sea or glaciers or waterfalls! So yes, my friends recommendation was totally appropriate.
I understand the need of the author to relive many moments of visiting Iceland yearly, learning about the horses and opening oneself to friendship with those who traveled along with her. The relationship with the owner, the trainer, and some of the other guests unfolds through conversation; some of the discomfort with other guests unfolds more through comments Tory makes to herself.
I also have written a life memoir so now will examine it prior to editing to see if reading someone else's will give me insight about what my children or friends may be interested in reading.
When a child, I read every book on horses, demanded that my Father buy me a horse (which he did not do) and during high school was lucky enough to have riding lessons twice a week. As to Iceland, I went there twice and loved it and enjoyed the views of horses running wild and free as I also looked at the sea or glaciers or waterfalls! So yes, my friends recommendation was totally appropriate.
I understand the need of the author to relive many moments of visiting Iceland yearly, learning about the horses and opening oneself to friendship with those who traveled along with her. The relationship with the owner, the trainer, and some of the other guests unfolds through conversation; some of the discomfort with other guests unfolds more through comments Tory makes to herself.
I also have written a life memoir so now will examine it prior to editing to see if reading someone else's will give me insight about what my children or friends may be interested in reading.
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