I picked this up from the library because I never read it and was curious about why it's so beloved. I liked it, but it was not what I expected at all. For lack of better description, I thought it would be a "horse girl" book about a horse running through the wilderness or something. Instead, this is a (fictional) memoir from the point of view of the horse living in Victorian London and in the English countryside. He is sometimes treated kindly and sometimes cruelly. This was interesting, and though I didn't love it, I see how someone could pick this up and learn to appreciate animals in a different way.