I like horsey books. I loved Seabiscuit, read it like it was a race.
This book right here, was a slog. Compared to Seabiscuit, it was more like the horse Yellow Hand, who finished 100 lengths behind M o' W in a race.
It took me 3 tries and a couple of years to finish this book and the reason is that it does not tell a story. It more or less recounts facts, trivia and races. It lacks a narrow focus and just throws so many names (horse names, trainer names, owner names, racetrack names, jockey names) that I found that the only way to finish it was to just keep going. "Who the hell is Donut's Revenge and what races has he won?" I sometimes got whiplash when from one paragraph to the next she would change the subject so radically that I would have to backtrack to see if I had missed something.
Most annoying of all are the units of measurements. Going back and forth between furlongs and miles and 18/57ths of a quantum-yard and what horse could race a parsec in how many quasi-nano-molecular-sheep-intestine-digestions (a measure of time in horse racing). It became really meaningless to try to guess if 7/8ths of a furlong in .23 and 1/5 was impressive or not. She told me it was, so...okay. I understand this is how things were measured in 1920, but it made reading feel like homework.
Now, the story of the horse is interesting, but not even that interesting. Man o' War was a superb horse and once people realize this, he mostly runs by himself, because nobody wants to challenge the sure-thing. (*Stifles huge yawn*) The biggest setback this wonder-equine ever suffers is losing a shoe here and there. Worst of all, the big showdown at the end of the book, the match race against the one horse who can beat him (!) is an absolute let down. Allow me to replay it for you: And they're off! Man o' War takes the lead. He keeps the lead. The other horse never challenges him. Man o' War wins. Yay.
I finished this book out of stubborness. I was given 2 copies of this book at 2 different times (gave one of them away, will probably donate this copy, too) and it felt disrespectful to not read it all. Otherwise I probably would have stopped for good.
Unless you're really into horse racing, I can't recommend this one. Though if you do pick it up, it's a (relative) breeze, at 280 pages.