The Hearts of Horses was a beautiful, beautiful book. The title kind of stinks, it’s a turn-off for anyone who isn’t a lover of horses like I am. But really, even for someone who hates horses, this book is worth it. It’s really more about people, and about war, and about what I think the real, actual West was probably like. Your prose is smooth and easy and old-timey, and the plot is full of humanity and tragedy and gentle charm (and enough horsey bits to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside). Also, it boasts one of the sweetest, shyest romance side plots that I’ve read in a while, which is nothing to sneeze at. I was very pleasantly surprised, and I’m giving it five horseshoes–uh, I mean, stars.