Horse Diaries #15: Lily [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Sanderson, Whitney
  • Author:  Sanderson, Whitney
  • ISBN-10:  1524766542
  • ISBN-10:  1524766542
  • ISBN-13:  9781524766542
  • ISBN-13:  9781524766542
  • Publisher:  Random House Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  Random House Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  160
  • Pages:  160
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2018
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2018
  • SKU:  1524766542-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  1524766542-11-SPLV
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For all lovers of horses and history! In the latest book in the Horse Diaries series, meet Lily, a strawberry roan Welsh pony with a competitive heart!

SOUTH WALES, 1939: Lily, a strawberry roan Welsh pony, loves Pony Club! She and her rider, Gwen, compete in and win lots of events, including Lily's favorite--jumping! Then Bridget joins the Pony Club. The English girl was sent from London to escape the bombings brought on by war. Gwen tries to be friends, but Bridget is sour and mean. Even worse, Bridget and her horse, Bron, make the perfect jump look easy. Now Gwen and Lily have some real competition. . . .WHITNEY SANDERSON has loved horses since she was a child, riding in a 4-H club and reading series like The Saddle Club and The Black Stallion. In addition to always having a horse or two in the backyard, she grew up surrounded by beautiful equine artwork created by her mother, Horse Diaries illustrator Ruth Sanderson. Visit whitneysanderson.com to find out more.

RUTH SANDERSON has illustrated books for children of all ages, includingSummer Pony,Winter Pony, andHush, Little Horsie. She lives with her family in Ware, Massachusetts, and her favorite hobby is horseback riding. 
Bang!The cork gun fired in the air, and I leaped forward into a gallop. The noise had spooked me, but I didn’t break stride. Apricot’s bright eye gleamed beside mine, keeping pace with me. Not far behind, I heard the rhythmic snorting of the cob mare from the South Notts team.
At our home meets in Carmarthenshire, the starter always dropped a flag to begin a race. But today we were guests of the Eridge Hunt Pony Club, over the border in Sussex, England. This was fox-hunting country, and the ponies here were used to the sound of a gunshot.
I focused ahead, to the wooden buckets standing in a row at the end of the roped-off meadow. My ten-year-old rider, Gwen, slowed me as we drew near. She kicked her feet outlÓ¥

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