The Dark Horse by Marcus Sedgwick

If you're one of my cyber friends, you'd think I barely read these days because of the lack of book posts I've done lately. But actually, I'm still at it... at a much slower pace, albeit. But I'm still at it. I'm just so overwhelmed with other stuff that I barely have time to write for fun, which I think is quite sad. Downright depressing sometimes, I tell you! Anyways, the last book I've finished--that I could still remember--is The Dark Horse by Marcus Sedgwick.

I've had this book for years. You see, I collect books I think I want to read and just dump them in boxes whenever my bed becomes too crowded and start to smell like an old library. So I have tons of books I've had for years but never really read. Lately though, I've been rummaging inside the aforementioned boxes because people have been asking to borrow some of my books. And the nerd in me gets excited when I get to convince people to read... so rummaged the boxes, I did. And in one of these rummaging excursions, I noticed I have three Marcus Sedgwick books and realized I've never really read any of his works before. I remembered I just bought the books because I like the covers... and they were on sale. Haha! But boy, was I glad I bought them! So far, I've only read this one. But judging from that alone, I have to say I'm looking forward to reading more of this author's works. *crossing fingers*

Now, the Dark Horse is a story seen through two perspectives, the impartial narrator and Sigurd--a boy who lived in a little village by the sea. On the first chapters, I immediately empathized with the foundling they called "Mouse" because she was portrayed as the powerful but suffering underdog... or maybe because I'm just a hopeless feminist. Haha. But the ending was surely a shocker. I literally shouted my surprise at the unexpected turn of events that people walking by my table at the mall gave me worried looks. They probably thought I was some crazy nerd that just discovered some imaginary conspiracy or something. Oh yes, I was that melodramatically taken aback. All right, I can be such a drama queen sometimes. In fact, friends call me a living breathing anime. But I digress.

Anyway, I love the book. It was actually quite a page turner and the imagery leaps through the pages like scenes from a movie. Moreover, it reminded me of Alice Hoffman's The Foretelling, which is an all-time favorite of mine, too!

So, would I read more Marcus Sedgwick tomes? Heck, yeah!