White Horse

Image by Dorota Kudyba from Pixabay I’ve been too tired and burned out to write anything much this past year. It's not surprising. How can the global trauma we’ve all been through NOT have affected our souls and spirits, and our desire and capacity to create? Not only have I struggled to write anything, I’ve found it hard to READ anything. I thought I would get through tons of books during lockdown. In truth, I’ve only managed to read one book all the way through, and that was a children’s classic, The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge, which won the Carnegie Medal in 1946. For those of you who’ve not read it, this is a gorgeous Gothic romance: the enchanting tale of Maria Merryweather, a feisty young Victorian orphan who together with her doting governess Miss Heliotrope and spaniel Wiggins, come under the guardianship of Maria’s cousin, Sir Benjamin Merryweather, the lord of Moonacre Manor. Maria soon learns that the mystical estate of Moonacre hides dark secret...