Rowan Farm. ROWAN FARM. OH MY GOD HEART ATTACK SPAZZ DIE!
I read this in 11th grade from the school library, one of the few older books it had. It's a sequel to The Ark, both of which are these completely amazing 1950's stories about a German family after WWII while raising various animals, and it was just Instant, Be-Mine-Now Love. But being as it was also an out-of-print, seemingly obscure 1950's title, the likelihood of owning my own copy seemed faint. I thought maybe, maybe, someday if I was really lucky, I would run across the story someday at a used book sale.
AND THEN THERE IT WAS. RIGHT ON THE LIBRARY CART. I didn't even know our public library had that book. Exact same edition (as seen in the linked post's picture), hardcover with the glossy library shrinkwrap, 50 cents (or 3/$1, which is obviously the deal I took). SPAZZ SPAZZ SPAZZZZZZZZZZZ! I nearly started hyperventilating. THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE FOUND IN YEARS. I danced around the house clutching my parcel of books - with that on top, obviously - all night, showing off like my dog when she has a bone. The grin is only just now beginning to fade.
Naturally, had to snap up Mrs. Portree's Pony when I saw it, because even though it's juvenile literature (aimed at 3rd-5th graders), it's another Lynn Hall, and I have fond memories of this story too.
The Lemon Meringue Dog joined the stack, because it's Walt Morey (what are the odds?) and I passed this in the high school library a lot too, but I don't think I ever read it. I always meant to, but I never got around to it before graduation. Now it's mine! Y halo thar, first edition hardcover.
Fifth to jump into my arms was Ride a Dark Horse, because even though I'm not much for mysteries, the universe is making it spectacularly easy to fill out my Lynn Hall collection, so as long as it involves horses, I'm there.
And finally, in a showdown between Peeling the Onion (more typical late-90's YA novel about a girl overcoming tragedy) and Unicorns in the Rain (imaginative retelling of Noah's Ark, and why there are no unicorns) - well, I didn't want to pester Dad for too much cash after I totally forgot to bring any - the latter won out. Partly because it was older - I'm developing a distinct fondness for the look of 80's covers - and mainly because unicorns are on the same plane as horse stories. Also, my suspicion that it might be out of print has been confirmed, so clearly, snapping it up while I could was the right choice.
9 books in a week. Yep, that's me being restrained. (on the bright side: 9 books for the princely sum of $2.50. Libraries rule.)
God, but I love this rush. Maybe I can't rescue pound puppies/kittens yet, but I can save the literature!