Dear Pam Munoz Ryan,
I always wondered if anyone besides me felt that same spine tingling sensation when they looked into a horses' deep, loving, mysterious eyes. My question if anybody feels the same sensation as me was answered in your heart wrenching story, Paint the Wind. Your beautiful descriptive words and use of personification took me for a crazy ride on the emotional roller coaster. One minute I would be bursting out laughing and the next I would be about ready to flood the room with tears. The last sentences of each chapter left me hanging onto each word. I was addicted to your book like a little kid can be addicted to chocolate.
Paint the Wind greatly affected me. Learning about roundups took me by surprise. Roundups are events that take mustangs and sell the "pretty" horses and kill the "ugly" ones because they are not pretty. This is pretty much racism but for horses. This also separates herds and in the panic of the horses' pounding hooves is deadly to the young fragile foals that get caught into the panic. It also separates the foals from their mothers who they depend on.
I was very angry after reading about roundups and felt that it was my job as a horse owner and horse lover to tell people about this event and how it affects the mustang population. A lot of people are worried about the mustang population, but they don't know why it is decreasing so hugely. Your book fully expresses the true torture that goes behind the careless choices of the event of roundups.
Paint the Wind also made an impact on the way I think and feel when I ride. Before I read, Paint the Wind. I had only dreamed of loping on a horse. But, now after reading, Paint the Wind. I was inspired to lope on my horse and I did just like Maya. Paint the Wind fully expresses the beauty and grace of the spirit of the horse and how they change the world. Jogging. Galloping. Painting the Wind.