//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ac&ref=qf_sp_asin_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=dantra0c-20&marketplace=amazon®ion=US&placement=1477824685&asins=1477824685&linkId=DWGJCSMNRFCN5TRX&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=trueJackie and her veterinarian wife, Paula, move to a new town with their slew of foster kids. Ok, so there’s only three foster kids, but any more than one is definitely a slew to me. They have a cranky neighbor lady with a horse, and a foster daughter that habitually sneaks out to bond with said horse. Chaos and sap-crusted cheesiness ensue.
There’s nothing particularly remarkable about The Language of Hoofbeats. I get the impression that Hyde’s inclusion of gay marriage, minority issues, foster care, suicide, and mental illness was intended to be edgy and progressive, yet somehow she made it all seem rather boring. Considering how all of those hot-button topics were crammed right up against each other, I’m actually impressed by how bland the novel turned out to be. That takes some serious skill.
Tune in next week for another installment of: Dana reads MEHHHHHHH books and bashes her head against the wall to dull the pain of mediocrity.
Seriously – I need something good to read. It’s been too long. Have any suggestions? Shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
Or simply comment below. Please help me.
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