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""Horse lovers of all ages will find The Pony Whisperer enchanting. Pia is a thoroughly admirable main character... The stable, fields, riding, and the assorted ponies with their various issues are wonderfully and realistically presented. Real riding problems, issues with tack, even equine illness all play a role. The story will delight any young rider, or would-be rider. Who doesn't imagine they understand just what their horse wants or wishes they could? I cannot wait for Ms. Rising's next book: The Pony Whisperer Team Challenge. This is easily the best YA book I have read this year, and likely the best overall." - Aurora Reviews" - Aurora Reviews
""This middle grade book is a quick read and I would think an animal lover would enjoy it." - Reading Vacation" - Reading Vacation
""The Pony Whisperer: The Word on the Yard by Janet Rising is a new series that plays to every horse lover's dream: being able to communicate with horses. There's a little bit of magic and a lot of everyday worries for tweens and young teens. Issues to discuss in a mother-daughter book club with girls aged 9 to 12 include friendships, making judgments about people, parents dating after divorce, and more." - Mother Daughter Book Club" - Mother Daughter Book Club
""The cover of Rising's latest equine tale doesn't advertise its supernatural content, instead focusing on another key ingredient: a girl's connection with her pony. Originally published in the UK in 2009, this series starter introduces Pia, the new girl in town, who tells the story as only a young teenager can. "It's not like [my dad's new girlfriend] is drop-dead gorgeous, just thin and pale with a face as long as Drum's tail. Yuck." Drummer, her pony, is her only comfort, and soon he is settled in his new stable despite a dustup with another young pony owner. Friction between girls always offers drama, but Rising soon adds a magical element: Pia and Drummer trip on a small statue of a horse and rider, and they soon discover it allows Pia to hear Drummer's and other ponies' thoughts. Entertainingly, the ponies converse much like their human owners, and Pia's popularity at her new school surges when her gift becomes known. Complications ensue, but Pia is a likable and sensible narrator throughout." - Booklist" - Booklist
This series is highly recommended. Each book is very good and entertaining, and I liked all of them. The characters felt wonderful, and the plots (for the most part) felt smooth and concise. I don't know how younger readers would take this series, but I would be majorly delighted to give them the chance to read about Pia and her adventures in pony whispering. The horses themselves become an integral, respected, and funny part of the cast. Horse lovers especially will gobble these books up. I know I really look forward to continuing on with Pia's adventures.
School Library Journal
Gr 4–8—After her parents divorce, British equestrian Pia and her pony, Drummer, have to move to a new stable. On her first day, she finds herself at odds with another boarder who wanted to move her horse to the stall that Pia is given. Later, she learns that Catriona has a big crush on James and hoped that having her horse next to his would increase her chances with him. While out riding, Pia finds an ancient statuette and discovers that she can understand everything the horses are saying. As she secretly tries to use this gift to help other riders with their animals, she gains a reputation as a "pony whisperer." This creates numerous complications in her life including offers to appear on TV. This combination of magic and a quick-moving, contemporary plot woven around horse and human conflicts and friendships is a light and enjoyable read for fans of this genre. The horses are particularly amusing as they reveal their complaints and requests to their owners through Pia.—Carol Schene, formerly at Taunton Public Schools, MA
Pia wishes her pony, Drummer, could talk; he's a good friend, but she could do with a fully sympathetic ear. Since her dad's run off with his "soul mate," she and her mum have had to move to a new "teeny-weeny" house, which also means a new school, a new home for Drummer and a new group of kids around the barn. When she literally stumbles over an ancient statue of a Roman horse-goddess, it gives her the superpower she hoped for: full communication with not only Drummer, but all the horses she meets. Pia tries to keep her new talent a secret, but she has to tell one girl her horse needs a vet fast-and before she knows it, she's on a TV talk show, billed as "The Pony Whisperer." The plot may sound suspect, but this British import is actually cracking good fun. Pia handles everything from her Mum's ancient new date to having cell-phone photos of her underwear texted around her new school with courage and humor-no room for angst here-and the ponies sound exactly true to form. The first in a series-horse-mad girls will snap it up. (Animal fantasy. 8-12)
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From Chapter One
Drummer looked at me and sighed. "What am I doing in this dump?" he seemed to say. I knew exactly how he felt. Ever since my mom and I had moved to our new house I had been sighing. A lot. Moving meant that my pony Drummer moved, too-there was no way I was leaving him behind; it was bad enough us both having to leave all our friends! So my mom and I had searched the DIY stables close to our new (teeny-weeny) house and we found one we liked in an old farmyard with a view over what would have been parkland in days gone by, with lovely old trees in the field and cornfields beyond that. With an entrance hidden along a tree-lined track, Laurel Farm was old and full of character with ancient wooden stables and an oak tree in the yard, a lazy brindle greyhound called Squish, assorted cats draped over straw bales and buckets, and a rather crazy woman in charge called Mrs. Collins. She seemed to walk around the yard in her slippers all the time.
I don't know why, and I can't say I cared enough to ask. When we had first visited the yard, it had been a sunny day and there were ponies in the field and in the stables and girls in the yard who seemed to be about my own age. The big news was spying a chestnut mare with a white face being ridden in the outdoor school by a really cute boy-not that that had influenced my choice of stables, you understand. Well, maybe just a little. I mean, he was hot and you don't get many boys, let alone hot boys, at stable yards. I decided that if we had to move (and, apparently, we did have to because my dad had moved out of our house and in with his skinny new girlfriend, meaning we had to move to somewhere much, much smaller that Mom could afford by herself), I might as well be at a yard with a hot boy around!
Anyway, it wasn't sunny when I moved Drummer to his new home; it was raining and the yard was dank and wet with puddles everywhere and there was no sign of the hot boy-only rain dripping from the gutters and straw blowing around like trash. And I spotted a rat scurrying behind the muck heap. Oh, great, I thought, Drum has pets. It looked like a dump. Plus, all the other ponies were out in the fields so he was on his own in a block of three-with Drum in the middle stable. The nameplates on either side of the two stable doors declared that they were the unoccupied homes of Bambi and Moth. The three stables opposite had the nameplates Bluey, Tiffany, and Dolly Daydream on their bottom doors, and farther stables around the corner were the homes of Mr. Higgins, Lester, Pipp in, and Henry, apparently. All empty. No wonder my pony was irritated-this was to be his new home and I could tell he was far from impressed! "Sorry, babe!" I whispered to him. "The only other yard I liked was way too expensive and this one is close enough to bike to."
I put Drum's tack on the spare saddle rack and bridle hook in the tack room before transferring all his other belongings from Mom's car to the barn where everyone had their place for feed, cleaning-out tools, rugs, and grooming kits. Then I mixed Drummer's evening feed.
He's just over fourteen hands, the most gorgeous bright bay, without a single white marking anywhere. Totally bay is Drum! Seeing me arrive with the bucket cheered him up a bit and then, after checking his hay net and water bucket and kissing his nose, I kicked the bottom bolt shut on his stable and walked to Mom's car. I didn't dare look back because I knew Drummer would be looking after me accusingly, his eyes saying, "You're not leaving me here, are you?"
"How's our boy doing?" asked Mom, twiddling with the car radio. She had followed the horse trailer we'd hired to transport Drummer to his new home and had been sitting inside while I settled Drum, the noise of music from the CD player and radio muffled by the sound of raindrops.
"He's OK. Although he probably thinks he's been sold," I added, glumly. I didn't mention the rat. I've discovered it is best not to worry parents with the everyday comings and goings of wildlife at a stable yard. They never understand and start muttering hysterically about rabies and the like. I felt depressed enough already.
I spent the evening sticking up Drummer's photographs and award ribbons in my new (teeny-weeny) bedroom (which has flowery wallpaper-disgusting-and I can't wait to paint it. I'd love dark purple walls, but Mom's really against it and says the room's too small. She'd got a point because our new house is a two rooms upstairs and two rooms downstairs style cottage. Tiny. So Mom has said no to purple walls. I think she's scared I'll turn into a Goth. No chance-I can't wear a bunch of piercings with a riding hat; I'd look totally odd. Anyway, with all she's been through lately with Dad running off with Skinny Lynny (or at least that's what I called her), I didn't want to upset her. I'll have purple walls later on when she's more like Mom, if that ever happens).
With tomorrow being Saturday, I planned to cycle to the yard early and get to know the locals. Me and Drum had such a great time with our friends at our last yard. There was a whole gang of us, and when we weren't riding, we were always hanging around and enjoying just being with our ponies. Remembering how it had been made me homesick. I don't miss our old house, but I really miss my old riding friends. I bet poor Drummer's homesick as well. After all, he's left his old pals, too. And it's all Lyn's fault. And Dad's.
Anyway, once the ribbons and pictures were on the walls, my room looked a bit better, even with the old lady decor, and I went down for dinner with Mom. She's been better since we bought this house-she was really sad until we moved out of the house we'd lived in with Dad. We were both stunned when he said he'd found someone else (he said he hadn't meant to, he didn't want to hurt us, Lyn was his soul mate, blah blah, yak yak, yeah yeah). I couldn't understand it, I mean, he and Mom are married. They're my parents. How come he can leave both of us for that...that... well, Mom and I think Dad's so-called soul mate might have an eating disorder (I almost hope so). And she wears designer clothes and has superstraight hair. Which is streaked. She's not all bubbly and funny like Mom (or how Mom used to be before the soul mate stole Dad away); Lyn's just all snotty and cold. Whenever I've seen her, she's just looked bored. I hate her. She's a witch and she's cast a spell on my dad. I just can't understand what he sees in her. It's not like she's drop-dead gorgeous, just thin and pale with a face as long as Drum's tail. Yuck.
Mom's not like Skinny Lynny. She's in her early thirties and she used to be a bit chubby-although she's lost lots of weight lately, stress, I guess. She mainly wears jeans and a T-shirt and her hair is sort of wavy and just one color-kind of darkish blond. I've got reddish brown hair like Drummer's coat-oh, and my dad. When Dad first moved out of our last house, Mom said he was having an early midlife crisis and he'd be back, but he didn't come back and we had to move here. Before we did I heard Mom talking on the phone to her (nightmare, I'll fill you in later) friend Carol from work, saying that when we moved she was going to have a makeover, like those sad women on TV. Not surgery, we can't afford it, but hair and makeup and stuff. Scary!