I had hesitations about this book because it felt to me like it would probably be a fairly conventional white woman’s memoir. I gave it a chance because I, too, love Icelandic horses. On page 15, as a non-binary reader, I was alienated by a joke: “if we can live in an era where people can be gender fluid, I think we can be age fluid as well.” This joke is unnecessary and betrays a deep misunderstanding of trans identities, and now I know that this book was never meant for me. So disappointing. ( )

Enjoyed the landscape descriptions, the bits about The Sagas, and the equine education regarding Icelandic horses. If you love a lady who loves horses, give her this book. ( )