Objects in Mirror
Autor Tudor Robinsen Limba Engleză Paperback – 9 mai 2013 – vârsta de la 11 până la 15 ani
Grace is looking forward to spending her summer weekends at horse shows riding new and spirited horse Sprite to the medal podium. But things don't always go as planned. It seems that her summer is ruined when Sprite is sold by the riding stable to a new owner. Other opportunities present themselves however - Grace is now going to live her dream. She will be spending all summer working with horses in her new job helping the trainers at the stables. With handsome new coworker Matt and a fragile, damaged mare that needs extra special care, Grace's summer seems perfect. She can't hide from the truth though - the eating disorder that she is starting to acknowledge but not truly understand is rearing its ugly head and threatens to derail everything. Will she be able to heal herself along with the horses she is caring for?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780889954977
ISBN-10: 0889954976
Pagini: 220
Dimensiuni: 131 x 191 x 17 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
ISBN-10: 0889954976
Pagini: 220
Dimensiuni: 131 x 191 x 17 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
Notă biografică
Tudor Robins was born in Ottawa and has degrees in English Literature from Queen's University and Journalism from the University of King's College. She works as a freelance writer in Ottawa contributing to a variety of publications including Today's Parent, Canadian Living, More Magazine, the Ottawa Citizen, and many others. This is her first young adult novel.
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“After our Tuesday evening lesson Drew asks me to stay behind. This never happens. One person is never, ever singled out. Any individual attention we get comes during the lesson in the form of yelling and general criticism. Other than that we accept that we’re seen as a homogeneous group; young girls on horseback. At the end of our allotted hour we chorus an obligatory round of “thank you, Drew” and he waves his hand to show we’re collectively dismissed.
But not today. As Mavis raises her eyebrows at me and I turn Sprite towards Drew’s podium at the center of the ring, I’m as baffled as Mavis and very, very curious. I mimic Mavis and raise my own eyebrows as I draw Sprite to a halt beside Drew.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he says. The bottom of my stomach twitches. It’s preparing to bail on me; to drop away and leave me sick and shaky. From the tone in Drew’s voice I’m not going to be happy about what he says next. “There’s no easy way to say this, and I’m very sorry, but you’re not going to be able to show Sprite at Cedar Mills this weekend.”
This is bad but not as bad as I feared. I’m still nervous and on edge but at least I’m able to find my voice.
“Pardon me?” I, like all Drew’s students, am conditioned to be polite at all times. Drew’s sent riders out of the ring at the beginning of a $50 lesson for muttering under their breath. He tells their parents no, they will not be getting a refund. To Drew, the teaching of good horsemanship and sportsmanship is equal in value to the teaching of a good seat and leg. Students, like me, who’ve never learned with anybody else would never consider being disrespectful. So, while I think What are you talking about? What I say is, “Excuse me?”
“Sprite’s been sold, Grace,” he says.
And that does it. Not only is it bad; it’s a million times worse than I guessed. My intestines twist. My breath goes. I can’t respond and don’t want to as I know any attempt at talking will bring tears.”
But not today. As Mavis raises her eyebrows at me and I turn Sprite towards Drew’s podium at the center of the ring, I’m as baffled as Mavis and very, very curious. I mimic Mavis and raise my own eyebrows as I draw Sprite to a halt beside Drew.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he says. The bottom of my stomach twitches. It’s preparing to bail on me; to drop away and leave me sick and shaky. From the tone in Drew’s voice I’m not going to be happy about what he says next. “There’s no easy way to say this, and I’m very sorry, but you’re not going to be able to show Sprite at Cedar Mills this weekend.”
This is bad but not as bad as I feared. I’m still nervous and on edge but at least I’m able to find my voice.
“Pardon me?” I, like all Drew’s students, am conditioned to be polite at all times. Drew’s sent riders out of the ring at the beginning of a $50 lesson for muttering under their breath. He tells their parents no, they will not be getting a refund. To Drew, the teaching of good horsemanship and sportsmanship is equal in value to the teaching of a good seat and leg. Students, like me, who’ve never learned with anybody else would never consider being disrespectful. So, while I think What are you talking about? What I say is, “Excuse me?”
“Sprite’s been sold, Grace,” he says.
And that does it. Not only is it bad; it’s a million times worse than I guessed. My intestines twist. My breath goes. I can’t respond and don’t want to as I know any attempt at talking will bring tears.”