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stayed up late reading this book, Craig is both sensitive and adventurous, and she's talking about important things and places, I mean this in a complimentary waythis is what 'chick lit' should really be like,

Too many typos in it though, . . flag polls! sartorial rhythms where pastoral is meant whither copy editing going these days Lent to me by one of my husband's coworkers simply because the author and I share a first name.
This was a wonderful read, I was unsure what to think at the start, Craig's writing seemed to reflect her own uncertainty: was this to be a semifictionalized account of her experiences in Mustang, or an anthropological memoir Though it begins in rather selfconsciously poetic style and could have used a bit more editing, what makes this well worth reading is the humanity.
I love these people I met through Craig's thoughtful words, and wish I'd been brave enough at nineteen to venture far from home in order to find precisely that.
And it was the perfect book to get me through a nasty cold, sinus headache be damned! This was thoughtfully wellwritten.
It took me on a journey with the author to Mustang, Nepal, By the end of the book, many of the characters felt like personal friends, I learned a lot about the cultural, political, religious, and socioeconomic background of this region, It was fascinating and i enjoyed reading this one slowly to savor all i was experiencing thru the author's insightful

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Beautiful story of the author's travels and research of horses in the Himalayan region of Mustang, in Nepal.
I read parts out loud to my class this past semester, A beautifully written and educational read if you're interested in Himalayan culture, especially the more remote places, Especially relevant and inspiring! to anyone hoping to conduct field research in Asia What a beautiful book! I loved the gentle open and vulnerable tone of the book which so well captures the tender space of not knowing a place, people and a new world.
The author, a Fulbright scholar who has since earned a Ph, D. , has somehow made her story of years spent in Nepal and Mustang, which should have been fascinating, instead boring.
It's tempting to pick on her inability to distinguish the homophones reigns/reins, gait/gate, peek/peak which she persistently gets wrong, and her sometimes shaky command of punctuation, but these things do not ruin a story.
It seems to lack a passionate core, which is not to say that the author lacks it, but somehow she was unable to convey it to the reader.
She is an experienced equestrian who learned much about the Loba way of handling and treating horses she rode from town to town she was trained as an anthropologist and was able to highlight differences in the cultures of Nepalis and Loba.
Somehow the whole thing fell flat, It became a book to be skimmed quickly, looking in vain for something to capture the reader, Too dry to finish after multiple attempts A tender account by turns cultural exploration and memoir of a young woman's firsthand experience of change and continuity in one of the worlds most remote regions, through the lens of the horse and "horse culture.
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At nineteen, Sienna Craig made her first venture deep into Mustang, an ethnically Tibetan area of Nepal, in the rainshadow of the Himalayas.
As an equestrian and a buddhing anthropologist, she sought not only to understand what it was like to rely on horses to navigate through the windswept valleys and plains of High Asia, but also to grasp how horses lent meaning to the lives of the Mustangi people.
Through living and working with local Tibetan doctors, veterinarians, and other horse experts, as well as the deep friendships she formed, Sienna began to understand the region's history, and the way life in Mustang was being transformed in the face of temendous social, political, and economic shifts.
She learned much about herself and her life's course through her year in Mustang a place that came to feel, for all its foreignness, like home.
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