To Emmy, I wish I had been so grounded and wise at such a young age. To Baatar, I aspire to have faith in others by your example. I hope one day we get to read more about the canvas of life you both create through your dreams.
For those of us with cultures that take much joy in sharing traditional foods as an expression of our love and gratitude, you’ll get the thrill of those foods in The Horseshoe Necklace.
The Horseshoe Necklace expresses the value and strength of family ties and true friends nicely; and, affirms the belief that humankind has so many great qualities.
This lovely book, The Horseshoe Necklace, felt like a beautifully woven warm blanket on a cool evening. In a world where we far too often lean toward cynicism and distrust, you are taken away into two lives that collide into each other (quite...
The Horseshoe Necklace will take you away to the world of the horsemen and women and their lives on the track and at home. Emmy’s strength and genuine empathy at a young age draws one in. You instantly want to know more the horseman...
He sat on the boulder, grateful that he could breathe and was alive, not for himself but for her, his little angel, whom life had dealt a heavy hand, and whose life was worth saving. This pretty, young girl, with the big innocent eyes, who had...
Slowly, she walked inside, through the security gates, and deeper into the library. Street-like rows of shelves surrounded her, with signs for identification on shelves taller than the Smiths’ home, filled from edge to edge with leather-bound...
Mr. Smith was holding a whole peeled pineapple, taking eager bites with his small sharp teeth, the juice running down his hands and dripping onto his slippers. Every muscle of his bony face was in motion, ripping the meat off like a hungry coyote...
Listening to the music, she felt as though she was in a movie, in a reverie, and allowed herself to let go, just for a minute, to enjoy this enchanting moment. And so they danced. They danced Argentinian tango on a terrace at the...
Sole smiled. “Hi, Carlos, nice to see you. Empanadas as usual?” Instead of answering, he just stood there and smiled at her. He was shaved clean and his hazel eyes had a little twinkle. His right eyebrow was a bit higher than the...
She studied his face. His eyes were slightly watery, a little bloodshot, with a touch of kindness. His cheeks were filled out like those of a chewing hamster, making his eyes look small. His nose had a bump in the center of the bridge, and his...
In the darkness, there was only fear—the fear she breathed in and the fear she breathed out. Quietly it filled the room, and while it could not be seen, it was nonetheless present, squeezing her with an invisible force until her life force was...
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