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Zusatztext With her whole heart! 10-year-old Libby longs to ride horses. But when she persuades her parents to visit a nearby horse farm! they sign up her older sister for riding lessons and ask Libby to wait. Though stricken by the unfairness of their decision! she knows that money is tight. Libby becomes a regular visitor at the farm! where she gets to know the owners! the horses! and an elderly man who frequently comes to see his horse. It’s a year of change for Libby and many of those around her! and change doesn’t come easily. Still! the hardships along the way make the ending all the sweeter for readers involved in Libby’s story. The wide-spaced lines of type and vivid black-and-white drawings make this an accessible! attractive choice for younger chapter-book readers. Primavera offers a nuanced story that acknowledges some of the painful parts of childhood without letting them diminish Libby’s resilient nature. Informationen zum Autor Elise Primavera is the author and illustrator of the New York Times bestselling Auntie Claus series and the popular Ms. Rapscott's Girls. She is also the author of the Louise the Big Cheese books and other award-winning titles. She lives in New Jersey, and you can visit her at ElisePrimavera.com. Klappentext When 10-year-old Libby Thump stumbles upon High Hopes Horse Farm and finds her dream horse, Princess, a prize-winning jumping horse that has been put out to pasture, Libby tries to convince her parents to give her riding lessons. Illustrations. Libby of High Hopes Libby Thump wished for horses. She sat on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by pictures of them. Grays, chestnuts, bays, piebalds, cantering, trotting, whinnying, sleeping horses! Up on their shelves forgotten dolls in glittery tiaras gazed out. From under the bed peeked dress-up clothes that Libby and her ex–best friend, Brittany, used to play princess in. But Libby hadn’t played princess in a long time. She had been drawing horses. “Li-i-ibby-y-y-y-y!” her mother called. “Coming,” she replied. Libby put down her colored chalks and gave the drawing one last look. The horse galloped under blue skies—a horse so white it almost looked pink. She scratched her nose, then pressed her lips together in disapproval. The horse’s legs were all wrong. She’d have to fix that when she got back. “Li-i-ibby-y-y-y-y! For the twentieth time—take the dog for a wa-a-a-a-a-a-alk!” her mother called again. Libby pulled on a jacket and caught her reflection in the mirror. She had brown eyes that were almost black, long dark braids to her waist, and a big pink smudge across her nose. She wiped it off with one sleeve. Out in the hall Margaret the dog wagged her tail in anticipation. “And don’t let her off the leash!” Libby’s older sister, Laurel, reminded her. Libby and Margaret headed to the park. As soon as they entered, she unclipped the leash. Imagine, she thought, picking up a stick, being on a leash your entire life. Margaret wagged her tail furiously, ready for a chase, and Libby threw the stick. It was a really good throw—in fact, so good that it was one of the reasons Libby’s life was about to change forever. Up, up into the trees the stick rose ever higher, landing far out, past the path, off into the woods, and Margaret went merrily after it. This was a problem too because no one in the family had ever been able to get her to come unless they were holding a slab of roast beef or a carton of ice cream. Libby cupped her hands around her mouth: “Margaret!” She g...
