I was reading the Guardian books blog today and came across today’s interesting post about “the timeless appeal of pony books“. I wasn’t fond of horses as a child, or ponies for that matter. I didn’t have any urge to go horseriding or belong to a pony club. I wasn’t even interested in the competition ribbons that were sometimes boasted about from friends who did have that love of horses. I did however, like Imogen Russell Williams who wrote the Guardian’s blog, really enjoy reading books with ponies and horses in.
As it was for Imogen, it was the characters riding the horses that was appealing to me. Often fiesty tomboys with little regard for authority figures (school teachers in Enid Blyton’s Malory Towers series for example), but with a strong moral code. They were the adventurous ones, charging off day or night to rescue someone or discover something terrible.
Apparently the current pony series that sit on the bookshop shelves today, aren’t as good. I haven’t read any recently so I couldn’t possibly say myself, but I might check them out to see what I think.