HORSE GIRLS: RECOVERING, ASPIRING, AND DEVOTED RIDERS REDEFINE THE ICONIC BOND
HALIMAH MARCUS, editor
� 2021, Harper Perennial
$17.00 / $21.00 Canada
304 pages

You were determined not to get bit.

But in a totally different meaning of the word, you were equally determined that your horse would accept one. Without a bit in his mouth, he wouldn't turn, slow down, or stop when you wanted to ride — and of course, the ride's the thing.

Or is a sense of freedom the best part of owning a horse? Many girls think so, while others just want their very own Flicka or Ginger or Pie.

Whatever it is, editor Halima Marcus says in Horse Girls, a collection of essays on the subject, there's a difference between "horse girls" and "horsewomen." The latter, she writes, are "tough, no-nonsense... riding every day... unsentimental about horses but devoted to them for life" — unlike many of the women in this book, who gave up riding in their youth and re-established their love for it later in life.

But what makes a horse girl?

Marginalization, in the stories here. These horse girls often felt shame for not fitting the norm, for being Queer, Black, "chubby," or poor — but they still loved horses. Some of the writers are Lesbians, but they didn't understand it until their girlhoods were over.

Horse girls also worry. A lot. They worry about where their horses went after they were sold or given away. On the day she got it, Adrienne Celt worried about how she was going to bury her horse if it died. They worry about disappointing horse-loving parents, and they fret about the best way to introduce their daughters to riding.

They ride with joy. They met spouses through horses. They remember the smell of a box that once contained a plastic horse — because, says T Kira Madden, "the thing about a horse is, it's never about the horse."

Nope, it's also about stories. Fifteen of them, to be exact. If you're not the horsey type, or didn't grow up in a saddle, or your shelves never held plastic 1:9-scale equines, you can just mosey along. Because in that case, you'll haaaaate this book — and that's okay. It's not for you anyhow.

If any of that sounds like you, though, pommel, stirrup, and all, then Marcus offers stories you'll devour, stories of loving horses, even when (especially when!) doing so made you an anomaly. There's strength in that — but loss also looms large here, particularly loss of childhood, innocence, or imagination.

C. Morgan Babst writes of cruelty and anorexia, a two-pronged part of her childhood. In addition, Alex Marzano-Lesnevich writes of cross-dressing cowboys in history; Sarah Enelow-Snyder writes about how Black riders fit into Texas horse culture and of "curly Afros shoved into unaccommodating cowboy hats."

Fortunately for many of these storytellers and for the readers invited along on this ride, though, recollections are resolved, reasons for them are reconciled, and the endings are mostly satisfying.

If you ever trotted around the yard, pretending to be a horse, or if you actually spent your girlhood in a saddle, Horse Girls will bring back memories. It's a book you won't want to miss, not even a little bit.