Elizabeth Letts is the Marguerite Henry of today, and for grown-ups. Much like Henry, she writes books about horses that are so very much more. I had the book release date marked on my calendar, and it was even more exciting to get it because I was finally travelling to Vienna, and my date with the Lipizzaners, a few months later. I was not disappointed.
Duckworth argues that talent is not the defining indicator of success that we believe. She breaks down significant research and long running studies into digestible chunks. I, for one, don’t care to read pages of statistics. I’m not a scientist. What I want to read is what the reams of data tell us. I don’t think that makes me silly or shallow.
Read this book. Please. Honor the service and sacrifice of Donald Stratton and his brothers.
The Light of Paris does what all great (yes, I said “great”) books do. It puts you in the shoes of the protagonists, so that you occasionally blink and realize that you aren’t in the story.
This was a Sunday-afternoon, can’t-think-of-a-thing-I’d-rather-do-than-read-this kind of book. Now, I realize that tag implies a light, fluffy, beach book. And this wasn’t that. It was simply interesting.
Conceptually, the story is interesting. I’m purposely not saying anything more, because it wasn’t a terrible book, and you might want to judge for yourself. I personally always like quests. And this was a pretty cool catalyst and outcome (if only Perdu would’ve gotten over himself at some point).
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