I am not a horse person.

There are some people in this world — my sister, for one; a couple of my daughters for another — who love horses. Adore horses. Me, I could care less.

As a result, I never read Anna Sewell’s Black Beauty as a kid. Never even considered it, a or remembered I hadn’t read it. Then my mom sent it for Christmas (go Mom!) and I finally got around to reading it (I was in between library books and looking for something to read).

In the end, I kind of liked it. It was interesting reading a book from a horse’s point of view, and Black Beauty was an interesting horse with an intersting life. It did get kind of slow in parts, but thankfully, the chapters were short, and there was usually something interesting in the next one.

Not bad, for a horse book.