Having recommended it to other people I read Seabiscuit while I was on holiday; I'd realised that, although I'd dipped into it many times, I hadn't actually read it from beginning to end and, two days after finishing it I'm still very much in their world; another time and another place. I feel embarrassed in that, having said what a good book it is, it is far more about the horse and his connections than it is about America at the time, and it's probably more for the hardened racing fan such as myself, but I still maintain that it's one of the most beautifully written books that I have ever read and the reason I'd dipped into it so many times is that I can just open it at any page and lose myself in the beauty of the prose. Staying just [but only just] the right side of sentimentality it tugged at my heartstrings over and over again. I remember when it was first published, reading about the vast number of people that the author had interviewed; the amount of reserarch that went into the book is phenomenal. The horse and his connections are now so real to me, even though he stopped racing years before I was even born. I may even stay up late tonight and re watch the film, which I haven't seen since it was on at the cinema years ago. Will I cry watching it? You betcha.....