Jockey Girl – Shelley Peterson

Many thanks to Dundurn, via NetGalley, for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review!

4.5/5 stars.

I won’t lie – I love horses, and always have. This book appealed to me because at one point, I wished I could be a jockey.

I did have a hard time remembering where this book takes place (Canada) because for some reason my brain wanted to keep placing the story elsewhere. And there were some unrealistic parts of the story (the ease at which Evie got through all of the hurdles she faced, mostly).

That being said, I really enjoyed this story. It’s not just the story of a girl who is beginning her career as a jockey facing incredible odds (although she always comes out on top), but it’s also the story of a girl who never knew her mother and who lived in her father’s world, wherein power and control were the most important attributes – attributes that Evie didn’t care about, and as a result, her father didn’t care for her.

I loved the grittiness and honesty about Evie’s mother. She’s an addict, and is honest about that. Honest enough to tell Evie that she may never “get better,” that she may never be able to be there for Evie.

And I loved the bond between Evie and Kazzam. Some people might wonder at that – how can an untrained horsewoman (girl) get through to a horse when the most trained/skilled people can’t? – but it doesn’t seem unrealistic to me at all. I’ve seen many animal-human relationships like that, both in my own life and in the lives of others around me, so I know it’s 100% possible.

Do definitely recommend – a very good book for any horse-lover out there.


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