National Velvet

National Velvet

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by Enid Bagnold

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The timeless story of spirited Velvet Brown and her beloved horse has thrilled generations of readers. And now the republication of this classic story in a fresh, up-to-date package will charm confirmed fans while captivating new ones. Fourteen-year-old Velvet is determined to turn her untamed horse into a champion and personally ride him to victory in the world's…  See more details below


The timeless story of spirited Velvet Brown and her beloved horse has thrilled generations of readers. And now the republication of this classic story in a fresh, up-to-date package will charm confirmed fans while captivating new ones. Fourteen-year-old Velvet is determined to turn her untamed horse into a champion and personally ride him to victory in the world's greatest steeplechase, the Grand National.

Author Biography: ENID BAGNOLD, who died in 1981, is best know for National Velvet and for her play The Chalk Garden, both of which were made into movies.

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Simon Pulse
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12 - 14 Years

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Unearthly humps of land curved into the darkening sky like the backs of browsing pigs, like the rumps of elephants. At night when the stars rose over them they looked like a starlit herd of divine pigs. The villagers called them Hullocks.

The valleys were full of soft and windblown vegetation. The sea rolled at the foot of all as though God had brought his herd down to water.

The Hullocks were blackening as Velvet cantered down the chalk road to the village. She ran on her own slender legs, making horse-noises and chirrups and occasionally striking her thigh with a switch, holding at the same time something very small before her as she ran. The light on the chalk road was the last thing to gleam and die. The flints slipped and flashed under her feet. Her cotton dress and her cottony hair blew out, and her lips were parted for breath in a sweet metallic smile. She had the look of a sapling-Dante as she ran through the darkness downhill.

At the entrance to the village the sea was pounding up the sewer with a spring gale behind it. She passed to the third cottage, stopped at the door, opened it, let a gush of light onto the pavement, closed it and carried her tender object inside.

Edwina, Malvolia and Meredith sat in their father's, Mr. Brown's, sitting room just before suppertime. It was dark outside and hot inside, and outside in the darkness the Hullocks went up in great hoops above the village. There was an oil stove in the comer of the sitting room and lesson books on the table. The ceiling was low, and sagged. A lamp with a green glass shade lit the table. There was no electric light. Donald, the boy of four, was asleep upstairs.

Edwina, Malvolia andMeredith were all exactly alike, like golden greyhounds. Their golden hair was sleek, their fine faces like antelopes, their shoulders still and steady like Zulu women carrying water, and their bodies beneath the shoulders rippled when they moved. They were seventeen, sixteen, and fifteen. Velvet was fourteen. Velvet had short pale hair, large, protruding teeth, a sweet smile and a mouthful of metal.

Mr. Brown was swilling down the slaughterhouse, as Mi Taylor was away for the day. The sound of the hose swished at the wooden partition which separated the slaughterhouse from the sitting room.

"He went beautifully!" said Velvet, and laying down a tiny paper horse on the table she wrenched at the gold band that bound her teeth back and laid it beside the horse.

"Father'll be in in a minute," said Edwina warningly.

"It's going in again directly I hear a sound," said Velvet and sitting down she swept the band into her lap.

"Look at him," she said lovingly, taking up the paper horse. "I must unsaddle him and rub him down." The heads were bent on the lesson books again and Velvettook a tiny bridle of cotton thre ' ads from the horse. Thengoing to a shell-box on the sideboard she brought it tothe table.

"It's just supper," said Mally. "You'll have to clear.

Velvet opened the box and took out a stable rubber two inches square, a portion of her handkerchief, hemmed round. Laying the little horse flat on the table she rubbed him with delicacy in circular motions, after having taken a paper saddle from his back.

The horse was a racer cut from the Bystander. He stood three inches high and had a raking neck and a keen, veined face. By dint of much rubbing the paper had given off a kind of coat, and now as Velvet rubbed there came a suede-like sheen on the horse's paper body. He was dark, most carefully cut out, and pasted upon cardboard. The bridle was made by the fingers of a fairy, noseband, chinstrap and all, in black cotton.

"He has a high action," said Velvet. "A lovely show canter, but a difficult trot. I didn't jump him today as he needs to settle down."

In the shell-box other horses lay.

"There's a marvelous picture of mares on the back of the Times today, but you can't cut a single one clear. They're all mixed up with the foals."

"I saw it," said Velvet. "I called at the Post Office. But it was no good."

"I called in too," said Mally. "They said in the Post Office that one of us looking at the Times was enough. We'd better take turns."

"Yes," said Velvet. "You can't think how lovely it was galloping up there. It was nearly dark. He never put a foot wrong. Somehow you can trust a horse like that."

"It's blood that counts," said Mally darkly.

"I haven't got the racing saddle cut right," went on Velvet. "I wish I could find a picture of one. I ride short when I ride this horse and with this saddle the knees come right off onto his shoulder."

"You need kneeflaps," said Edwina.

"I suppose there's not time," said Velvet, "to take the chestnut down for a stand in the pond? His hocks are still puffy."

"It's not you to lay tonight," said Mally. "You've got ten minutes. Don't let Father see. . . . Mind your band! It's fallen!"

Velvet dived under the table, picked it up, and examined it anxiously. Opening her mouth she worked it painfully in with both hands.

"S' bent a bit," she gasped. "It's a terrible band . .

"It's no good. Don't go on! Get on down to the pond."'

Velvet packed the racer in the shell-box and carefully abstracted a smaller horse, a colored picture of a polo pony cut from the Tatler. Putting the box away she slipped through the door with the chestnut and was gone.

A door at the other end of the sitting room opened and Mrs. Brown came in. She stood and looked at the daughters for a moment-an enormous woman who had once swum the Channel. Now she had become muscle-bound.

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National Velvet (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
HomeSchoolBookReview More than 1 year ago
Next to dogs, horses are about the most popular animals for young people's stories. Marguerite Henry has written many good horse books, and Walter Farley has a whole set of "Black Stallion" books. But when I was in high school and worked in the library, the "big three" horse books that were so popular with the girls who rode horses were Black Beauty by Anna Sewell, My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara, and National Velvet by Enid Bagnold, which is about a fourteen year old English girl named Velvet Brown who, with the help of her friend Mi Taylor, takes a horse that she won in a raffle, runs him in the Grand National jumping race, and wins, but was disqualified because only men were allowed to ride the horses. To be honest, National Velvet did not hold my attention as well as some books, like Black Beauty, especially early in the story. Much of the conversation was in British colloquial dialogue which was sometimes hard to follow and often had nothing to do with the plot anyway, and this makes it difficult to do as a read aloud. There are several references to people cursing, although to give credit where credit is due, no actual curse words are used, although a couple of instances of taking the Lord's name in vain are found, and there are many, many euphemisms, as well as references to drinking alcohol, smoking, betting, and boy-girl relations. What little references to religion are found have Velvet praying to the moon, though she said, "O God," and also saying that when she prayed it didn't do any good but she still couldn't do without it. And in one disturbing scene, Velvet delivers some meat from her butcher father to a neighboring horse owner who learns that she is fond of horses, writes a new will leaving all his horses to her, and then promptly "blasted himself to smithereens" (i.e., committed suicide)-while she was still there! Toward the end, the story did become a little more interesting and easy to follow. Someone has said that while the book was not written primarily for children, it has become a favorite of young people. My verdict is that it is not a really bad book, and could be a lot worse, but there are much better available. Many people's familiarity with the story comes primarily from the 1944 film starring a young Elizabeth Taylor and Mickey Rooney.
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Loved your book, loved your movie. I hope you like my book.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
A very inspiring story of the comeratery of an animal an its owner who become champions.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is about a young girl who has an amazing passion for riding horses. One day her chance comes, and over the hill comes five horses! Her dream to ride in the Grand National just might come true. So as a young girl struggles to persue her dreams, but she has much to learn before she can. We rate this book outstanding because even though it is a little confusing it's an all around heart warming story for all ages.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is great. I recomend it for any horse lover, as well as other people.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I saw it on the shelf for years and never had any interest in reading it. But I started it one Sunday recently, and couldn't put it down. A must read for ages 12 & over.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a great story for any child who thought it was impossible to train a horse, or a dog or a cat or any creature, to become a winner and a friend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm in the middle of reading it, and SO FAR IS EXCELLENT. Its a wonderful book for all for all horse lovers everywhere-you don't need to ride to read this book. I encourage you to read this because its absoutely faboulous!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the book because iAM A MAJOR HORSE FAN!!!!!!!The book was reallly good and it was easy to read!!! i liked velvet's brother donald, he is sooooo cute!!! watch the movie too@@@@@@@@@@