I thought the Peabody clan got a little too perfect over time.

Yeah, once Ramses and Nefret got together, it lost some of the zing. I'm tired of the focus on Sethos, he was much better as the Nemesis in the Shadows.

I miss the Vicki Bliss books.

I only read the first two Peabodys and stopped there while the love was strong. I would read a dozen more Vicki's, though. And her Jacqueline books are fun, too.

There is a new Vicki Bliss! The Laughter of Dead Kings. However, I stopped reading it halfway because I didn't like Vicki. I don't know if she's always been like this, but her disdain for other people's passions became very annoying. She's far more self-absorbed than Amelia Peabody, even though both series are done in first person (with other POVs having appeared in the later Amelia books).

King of the Wind! Still a favorite

I always loved Born to Trot.

I think it's interesting that the book within a book about Hambletonian was later published on it's own.

Peter Lundy was my favorite. Wanted: Tall, skinny, wiry fellows... orphans preferred.

Laga, I just finished rereading Peter Lundy last night! Verdict, many years later: some of the Native American dialect is pretty dodgy and cringe-inducing, but by and large it still holds up (and Marguerite Henry has much more technical grace and artistry as a writer than I'd remembered), and oh how I someday want to look down a long dusty road and see a wee Irishman walking toward me surrounded by a flock of goats and ponies and dogs and cats and chickens, with a burro foal on a pack on his back.

The illustrations were quite fine, but they still made me miss Wesley Dennis.

Now I need to re-read Born To Trot, and also Stormy, Misty's Foal and Brighty of the Grand Canyon. I can't even begin to add up how many times I read and re-read those books as a kid.

I never watch anyone out of sight since reading Peter Lundy.

Come to think of it, any time I see a paint horse, I'm looking for a bonnet and shield.

Stormy, Misty's Foal

I just found my copies of both Misty and Stormy. They are hard back with the dust covers still intact. They were a gift from my parents for Christmas circa 1965-ish, along with a hard back copy of The World of Pooh. All three now reside in the bookshelf in our bedroom, waiting for me to have time to read them. I adored those books. I remember checking Peter Lundy out of the library probably 20 times.