The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

I recently read The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater. It’s a YA Fantasy and in all honesty I wasn’t all that hopeful, but it’s about horses, wild horses from Irish myths and I decided to read it. In the end, I read it in one long sitting, staying up till late in the night just to find out what happened in the race. Maggie Stiefvater went to a whole new place in her writing when she penned this novel. If you like horses, the sea, action, and a little fantasy… It think you’ll enjoy this book.

Here’s a quote. It’s at the beginning, so there’s no spoilers!

“As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t once the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell the seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting bird onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me.”