A contemporary and irresistible story from Patricia Reilly Giff
Lidie lives in Jales, Brazil, where she’s free to ride, to be a wild girl, and to dream of going to live with her father and older brother, Rafael, in New York City. Finally Lidie is 12—time to leave Brazil for New York.
Meanwhile, a filly is born and begins her journey to a new home. As Lidie’s story unfolds, so does the filly’s.
Lidie’s father runs a stable at a famous race track, and Rafael is training to be a jockey. As much as they want to make Lidie feel welcome, they still think of her as the little girl they left behind. They don’t even know what a strong rider she is, and that she’s determined to befriend and ride the wild filly her father has just bought: Wild Girl.
From the Hardcover edition.
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|Title of eBook: Wild Girl|
|Release Date: 08-11-2009|
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|Publisher: Random House Children's Books|
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Sudden light burst against the foal's closed eyes. She needed to open them, and to get on her legs, which trembled under her. It was the only thing she knew, that struggle to stand.
And a feeling of warmth, the smell of warmth.
She opened her eyes and heaved herself up under that dark shape. Its head turned toward her, a soft muzzle, a nicker of sound.
Milk. Rich and hot.
She could see almost in a full circle. Another creature was nearby, its smell unpleasant, but she turned back to the mare.
When she was filled with milk, she leaned against the mare; she felt the swish of the mare's long tail against her face. She opened her mouth and felt the hair with her tongue.
My bedroom seemed bare without the horse pictures. Small holes from the thumbtacks zigzagged up and down the walls.
Tio Paulo would have a fit when he saw them.
Never mind Tio Paulo. I tucked the pictures carefully into my backpack. "You're going straight to America with me," I told them.
Everything was packed now, everything ready. I was more than ready, too, wearing stiff new jeans, a coral shirt--my favorite color--and a banana clip that held back my bundle of hair. My outfit had taken almost all the dinheiro I'd saved for my entire life.
"You look perfectly lovely," I said to myself in the mirror, then shook my head. "English, Lidie. Speak English." I started over. "You look very--" What was that miserable word anyway? Niece?
Who could think with Tio Paulo downstairs in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, calling up every two minutes, "You're going to miss the plane!"
I took a last look around at the ...