Praise from Jilly Cooper for If Wishes Were Horses:

“How lovely! If Wishes Were Horses brought back all my childhood obsessions about ponies; all one’s old friends are there: Enid Bagnold, the Pullein-Thompsons, Golden Gorse, Joanna Cannan and the visit to Redwings. Susanna Forrest has done a fantastic job. She really loves and knows her horses.”

and from Carnegie Medal Winner, K M Peyton, author of Flambards:

“I adored this book. All aspects of the horse and pony – historical, current, personal, obsessive, beautifully written. The wonderful chapter on riding Tav through the Norfolk countryside . . . I was on Tav, quite tired when I dismounted. It took me back. Gorgeous.”

Published by Atlantic Books in hardback in March 2012 and paperback in March 2013. If Wishes Were Horses has no US publisher, but it should be possible to find secondhand or new copies.

Guardian (Lucy Cavendish):

"Susanna Forrest describes her ongoing fascination with horses with such clarity, such a feel for how horses can affect your life, that she took me right back to a childhood of Thelwell and Follyfoot. ... Hers is a richly evocative book, describing the smells, the sounds, 'the clanking of the fork on the wheelbarrow'. ... her pages benefit from hectares of groundwork. This is not just a tale of one woman's love, but of swathes of people who are involved in the equine world.It is packed full of tales of golden horses, chariots and children riding round the streets of Brixton."

Telegraph (Clover Stroud): *****

"Tackling what exactly the appeal of ponies really is, while powerfully conveying her passion for them, Susanna Forrest has written a beautiful book about her own equine obsession, while casting her eye over the role horses have played in popular culture. Opening with descriptions of her Falabella obsession, and of anxieties she had as a child that she might grow too tall to ride a Derby winner, you quickly know you’re in the hands of a true addict."

Times (Melanie Reid):

"An eclectic band, from HM to Katie Price to millions of little girls, many now middle-aged, belong to this faintly embarrassing masonic sisterhood. How it strikes is a mystery. Maybe it’s a cult; maybe a virus; some (men, naturally) think it’s down to erotic obsession and fetishism. Whatever. Our brains are totally washed; a flame of passion ignited. One woman brave enough to break cover recently is Susanna Forrest. 'I was imprinted like a goose when I was only a few months old,' she admits in her delicious book If Wishes were Horses: A Memoir of Equine Obsession. In 1969, academics found that, among little girls, playing horses was almost as popular as playing hospitals. (Now, granted, probably more playing X Factor.) Forrest says: 'Across Europe, North America and Australasia, millions of little girls galloped, snorted and pawed the ground as their mothers had done before them, dreaming of one birthday morning when they’d wake up and there would be a pony picking at the lawn under their window. And nobody questioned this. Why? Where does it all begin?' ... On family journeys, one escaped from the boredom of the back seat of the car or the train to gallop across country alongside, soaring over huge hedges and ditches for endless miles. Every horse-mad little girl I know did the same. As Forrest says, horses made reality better. A horse embodied the liberation inherent in all fantasy. It freed you from the mundane."

Times Literary Supplement (Lisa Hilton):

"Susanna Forrest's delightful and exhaustively researched book examines the history of little girls' obsession with ponies, while tracing her own career as a rider. ... [It] rejoices in the physical and imaginative joy of riding, which retains its hold over generation after generation of 'diminutive Dianas'."

Independent on Sunday (Lucy Popescue):

"Swiftly refuting the 'pony-mad-girl of cliché', Forrest points out that 'not all love is a simple sublimation of sexual desire'. She eloquently describes how a horse allows 'a preliminary equine sentimental education, where big emotions can be suffered and enjoyed'. Forrest describes her childhood obsession with ponies and a return to riding in her thirties when she experiences a fear that she must conquer. Threaded through her personal journey are various examples of human interaction with horses ranging from the historical to the bizarre. She discovers a tomb from the Bronze Age in which a Pazyryk Priestess was buried with six geldings; talks to a member of the fetish group, The Other Pony Club; and explores the cult of the Celtic horse goddess, Epona."

Sunday Telegraph (Jane Shilling):

"Forrest is an attractive stylist who writes with great energy, so even her detours are highly readable."

Jane Badger at Books, Mud and Compost:

"It doesn't normally take me too long to write reviews, as I am usually pretty certain before too long about what I want to say. What stymied me with this book was having to read it again almost immediately after I'd finished it, as I liked it so much. Susanna Forrest has the gift of writing about horses with passion and insight, whilst avoiding the sentimental. No rainbow bridges here. No parades of pretty horses either, and certainly none of that discomfort you get when peering at someone's private obsession, because although billed as a 'memoir of equine obsession,' Susanna Forrest's experiences are those of most of us who love horses. She does not concentrate only on her own experiences, but on aspects of the horseworld that might explain that obsession.... [If Wishes Were Horses] observes [the horse world] with quiet passion, and does that quite brilliantly."

Reader's Digest:

"For any woman who once shared Forrest's obsession, the result with be thought-provoking nostalgia; for everybody else, it's a fascinating, beautifully written social history – and one of those books that makes you suddenly interested in a subject you may never have thought much about before."

Daily Mail "Must Reads":

"This passionate account of all things horsey, from Bronze Age warriors to modern inner-city riding schools for deprived children, is captivating even if you didn’t grow up reading Black Beauty or watching Follyfoot. A lovely exploration of the relationship between man and beast; a personal quest that expands into a much wider hymn to nature."

Sunday Telegraph paperback reviews:

"The perfect antidote to the horsemeat scandal, Susanna Forrest's lyrical memoir charts her lifelong obsession with horses, placing the animal in its wider historical context."

The DVD extras for the book: videos, images, links and out-takes.