Dear Diary, Confessions of a Blue-Eyed Viking Horse (PRE-ORDER/ Ships in August)

Introduction
by Glytja the Boss Mare

Dear Friends,

Hold on to your hay nets, because this isn’t your average diary. This is the tale of one extremely hairy, blue-eyed storyteller named Göslari frá Grafarkoti. Or as I like to call him, Gössi, The Viking Marshmallow.

Gössi  came to our Wisconsin farm from Iceland, where he was raised by trolls (ok, maybe just farmers, but I swear he talks like he was bottle-fed by elves). He used to round up sheep and gallop through volcanoes. Now he lives in America’s Dairyland, where he dodges Stjarna’s sass, eats non-organic Cheerios, and contemplates the meaning of life during trail rides.

This book follows Gössi’s first year here. From jet-lagged newbie to card-carrying member of the Herd of Chaos. Along the way, he makes questionable choices, invents games with no rules, and tells everyone about Icelandic sayings that may or may not exist. Spoiler alert: one of them involves raisins and hot dogs. I don’t ask questions anymore.

You’ll also meet the rest of us. His new family. There’s me (Boss Mare and full-time genius), Stjarna (my dramatic little sister with big opinions), Hermi (the Zen uncle with an attitude and break-in the house obsession), Kommi (the emotional support horse who needs his own support horse), and Sóti (who thinks he’s mysterious but is actually just a big soulful teddy bear).

Gössi  came from Troll Country. He landed in Cow Country. And now he’s part of our circus.

May this book make you laugh, snort, and maybe learn a little something about Icelandic horses, family, and how to keep your mane fabulous even in a heatwave.

Neigh sincerely,
Glytja
Boss Mare & Diary Editor-in-Chief