
By Sylvia S. Gibson
Ages 9-12
Hardcover
Vantage Press (May 1990)
978-0533091027

















Thoughts, Observations, and Ideas About Children's Books

By Sylvia S. Gibson
Ages 9-12
Hardcover
Vantage Press (May 1990)
978-0533091027

















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September 25, 2008 at 2:52 pm
Katie
It hurts to read, but I want to anyway.
July 28, 2009 at 5:34 pm
Wendy
Oh lawls. Hi Katie. =]
July 28, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Wendy
Lawls again. You aren’t my Katie. =]
Smoke weed, kids.
And you can be like me.
September 25, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Sarah Pappalardo
The author wants to thank God. “Thank you God.”
September 25, 2008 at 8:31 pm
ingutted
hahahaha horses smoking ahaha. that horse is a square though.
September 26, 2008 at 2:59 am
Kærast
How down on yourself do you have to be to call yourself a co-inventor rather than an inventor? Maybe the author should get high to feel better about themselves.
September 26, 2008 at 6:54 pm
Elana R
well i liked the illustrations. If you cant say anything nice about something, just dont say anything at all.
October 7, 2008 at 4:33 pm
Teapot
I wonder if the 7 sisters and one brother are named after her children the same way the mother horse is named after herself?
October 20, 2008 at 6:59 pm
Carrie
I was hoping for a happy ending, thankfully the author provided one. Usually horses in the ghetto stable aren’t so lucky.
Seriously though, analyzing the structure of the contemporary drug problem in the U.S. (urban/suburban (Gibson uses town/country); white/black (I believe there is color illustration in the print copy; and rich/poor (making money off drugs vs. selling yourself for them) are real issues which she is raising. (Not all explicitly) I think by having parents explain the overarching themes in this book while reading it to their kids, and enjoying the pictures, no less; is a more effective solution to “JUST SAY NO” rhetoric that the government wastes money on in its DRUG WAR campaigns… And it’s funny as hell for potheads
December 20, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Gina
Carrie is totally right. The government waste so much money on ineffective programs such as D. A. R. E. (or dope dealing 101, as I like to call it) that don’t have any affect on outcome. It’s sad.
But the story is hil-freakin’-larious!
March 4, 2009 at 5:02 pm
meatstew
wow.
what a big load of bollocks.
i have lovely experiences with drugs.
it’s about responsibility and generally not being a plonker.
drugs will only kill you if you abuse them. and there is a difference between use and abuse. learn some shit.
April 1, 2009 at 9:43 am
brooke
Thats what you call a childrens book?
April 22, 2009 at 12:19 am
Nisa
HAHA XD! Oh my god! This is fantastic! It’s as if My Little Pony started snorting coke!
April 22, 2009 at 5:33 am
NickDee
I expect Sylvia and James Horse use ketamine. They are morally bankrupt and are in no position to tell Latawnya the Naughty Horse to say ‘neigh’ to drugs.
Also, if they wanted Latawnya to behave better it would seem a stupid idea to give her the full name of ‘Latawnya the Naughty Horse’. They’re just asking for trouble there really.
July 27, 2009 at 11:31 pm
James
I love this book. I need to find a copy of this book, as it is amazing.
July 30, 2009 at 9:48 pm
Chloe
i wonder where i can find a copy of this book, because it would provide endless entertainment.
how did the horse on p. 15 get that bottle in its mouth?
September 21, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Reuben
It seems that many of these comments are viciously lampooning the work of a genius. I, however, see the visionary work of Mrs. Gibson. This insightful masterpiece presents the very real dangers of horse peer pressure. Just last week my daughter, Amber, was walking to school on a normal, idyllic day in suburbia. Then out of nowhere a Clydesdale galloped brazenly over to my precious princess and offered her a 40 oz bottle of Olde English 800 and a marijuana cigarette. She refused repeatedly, however was unable to stave off this insistent equine. She consumed the whole bottle and “reefer”. In her inebriated state, this horrible horse proceeded to rape the living shit out of my little angel. I was out for my regular stroll when I noticed this atrocity, and swiftly reprimanded the stallion. Unfortunately, he seemed even more eager to “get on dat ass”, as he put it, and administered an equal dose of aggravated sexual assault to yours truly. After assuring both of us that he would be back, the sordid steed pranced triumphantly away. My wife whisked us away to the hospital, where my anus needed to be drained and my daughter died from a fatal marijuana overdose aggravated by horse cock. If only we were to have read her this magnificent tome at bedtime instead of L. Ron Hubbard’s “Dianetics”, she would have known to just say “no” over and over again until her problems went away.