As a book in a series about a horse, this is lousy. As a father's meditation on what the world looks like after he's lost his daughter, this is powerful. The story, as story, isn't much- it's implausible and goofy and nonsensical in the extreme. But the central theme, how to go on living after the death of someone deeply beloved, redeems this in my eyes, at least. This last of the Black Stallion books has no races, no Henry to speak of, but most of all, it has Pam's ghost in every word. I can't recommend it, but neither can I recommend against it.