Taming the Star Runner
By S. E. Hinton
3.5/5
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An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
An ALA Quick Pick
With an absent mother and a domineering stepfather, Travis uses his tough-guy exterior to hide his true passion: writing. After a violent confrontation with his stepfather, Travis is sent to live on his uncle’s horse ranch—exile to a born-and-bred city kid. Angry and yearning for a connection, Travis befriends Casey, the horse-riding instructor at the ranch, and the untamable horse in her stable: the Star Runner.
When a friend from the city visits with stories of other kids from the neighborhood facing jail time, Travis is more determined than ever that he needs to escape the life of juvenile delinquency he seems destined for. When the offer of a book deal comes through, Travis is hopeful that this is his chance to escape—if only his stepfather will stop standing in the way of his dreams.
In this novel, the acclaimed author of The Outsiders “portrays her characters with sympathy and yet commendably refuses to gloss over rough edges or gritty truths” (Publishers Weekly).
“Hinton continues to grow more reflective in her books, but her great understanding, not of what teenagers are but of what they can hope to be, is undiminished.”—Kirkus Reviews
S. E. Hinton
S.E. Hinton, with the publication of The Outsiders (1967) at the age of 17, became one of the most important and influential young adult authors of all time. More than thirty years after its release, The Outsiders still appears on best seller lists. Hinton's other acclaimed works include That Was Then This is Now (1971), Rumble Fish (1975) and Tex (1979, all of which inspired major motion pictures. Over 13,000,000 copies of the S.E. Hinton books have been sold.
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88 ratings6 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Had never read this one back in the day. Enjoyed it so much and her stories, I am now re-reading Rumble Fish
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A troubled young teen has a physical altercation with his overbearing step-father, and winds up being sent to live with his uncle. Travis is full of himself, thinks he's better than anyone around him, but winds up realizing that friends and human companions are pretty important.I liked most of this book, though I felt the author could have developed the characters a bit more. And the ending was hurried, unsatisfactory, and not typical of SE Hinton's works.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5One of the newer S. E. Hinton novels and maybe even one of her best. This book is a little long, but really one of her more unique books. It doesn't have anything to do with gangs. This is the story of an only child who is sent to his uncle's farm because he is a juvenile delinquent. He learns how to take care of horses and eventually leanrs how to take care of himself. He is a fantastic writer who is always coming up with stories and typing them on his typewritter. It is said that this is a slight biography of S. E. Hinton herself. She has said that many things that happen in this book also happened to her. Wowsers.I really enjoyed this book and its humor. It really stands on its own among her other book.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5181/181 pagesThis book is about a boy named Travis, who is forced to live at his Uncle Ken's ranch because he assault his stepfather for disposing some of the writings that Travis wrote for his book. When he gets goes to live at his uncle's home, and he becomes good friends with a girl named Casey Kencaide, who is a horseback riding teacher at Ken's ranch. She is the only one brave enough to ride a horse named the Star Runner and Travis learns that he and the Star Runner are not meant to be tamed or broken, even when things get rough.Travis is a big, tough teenage guy. He becomes more caring towards Casey and Ken and he also develops a closer relationship with them. I think that Travis has the potential to be a successful man because he has written his own book and it was published. In the book, Travis didn't make a lot of friends when he first moved to a new place. I can relate to this because it was first hard for me to make new friends at Moreau because there weren't a lot of people that went to Moreau from my old school.There wasn't anything that I didn't like in the this book. All the problems and characters were believable and that is why I liked the book.I would recommend this book to teenagers because their are realistic relationship problems in this book between family member and friends. If you don't fix these problem, it can jeopardize your relationship.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Somehow I missed this when I was remembering my favorite authors and catching up on them. It does belong on the same shelf with the author's other YA novels, but at this point in my life I can't say I loved it. I mean, for one thing, there's absolutely no subtlety. And even though there are plenty of struggles, everything just fits together and works out awfully nicely. And there's just too much smoking and drinking, with only nods to consequences. Otoh, it's still a gripping coming-of-age story with characters we really care about.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the story of Travis, a young man sent to live with an uncle he barely knows after an altercation with an abusive step father. Travis was one of the cool kids at his previous school but everyone at this new school is different and they steer clear of him. He becomes a loner not by his own choice. THen he befriends the girl that works at the horse barn. She is a stubborn, strong young woman with wishes to tame the troublesome horse names Star Runner. Travis falls in love, a little to suddenly. Travis has a secret that he has not shared with anyone - he wrote a book and sent it off to a publisher. When he gets news about his secret, he has no one to tell, goes out and gets drunk and causes his uncle regret. After talking to each other, they become closer. Good characterization, as usual with S.E. Hinton.
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Taming the Star Runner - S. E. Hinton
Chapter 1
His boot felt empty without his knife in it. It didn’t matter that he had never had to use it (sure, he’d pulled it a couple of times to show off, but the times he could have really used it, he’d forgotten about it and used his fists, as usual); he was used to feeling it there, next to his leg. What a security blanket. But even if the juvenile authorities hadn’t taken it, it wouldn’t have made it through the airport scanner. I could have packed it, though, he thought.
Travis stopped at the end of the line of people waiting to go through the airport security check. The sight of the security guards made his heart speed up. It was already pounding out a rhythm a rock group could have used. He tucked the cardboard carton he was carrying under one arm and wiped the sweat off his face.
No jokes,
he said. Joe and Kirk looked at him blankly. They had been treating him funny since he got out of juvenile hall. Travis thought: They think I’m crazy like everybody else does.
Travis pointed to the sign. No jokes about bombs and hijacking and stuff.
Motorboat meowed, protesting being held sideways, and Travis straightened up the cardboard box. Motorboat had been drugged at the vet’s before they left for the airport. Jeez, he gets drugs and I don’t. I’m the one who needs them.
He handed the box containing his cat to the attendant and walked through the detecting doorway, half expecting to set off an alarm. No alarm went off, and he picked up his box on the other side. Kirk, who had been to the airport before, didn’t think it was any big deal to get scanned, but Joe was almost as nervous as Travis, and had to bite his tongue to keep from cracking a joke.
Joe would have been a great comedian in juvenile hall, Travis thought, since his reaction to tension was to get funnier and funnier, the way I get quiet and mean.
He couldn’t remember ever seeing Kirk tense. Kirk could shrug his shoulders and walk out from under anything. He wondered for a second how two guys so different could be his best friends.
Mom was last. They had walked too fast for her to keep up with them. That was partly accidental. Travis could not slow down for any reason. It was also partly on purpose, because he couldn’t stand any more of her soft frettings.
About how he should act when he got to his uncle’s. About how he should stay out of trouble. (I could stay out of trouble all right, if it just didn’t come looking for me. This last business sure wasn’t my damn fault.) If it wasn’t a mistake taking Motorboat with him. Like Travis should leave him here for Stan to kick around.
If he had packed the right clothes.
That last almost drove him to punch his fist through the wall. (He had done that once before—no bones were broken.) The right goddamn clothes! Sometimes he thought she was going to drive him crazy. He couldn’t believe the stuff she had packed. New stuff (slacks, for God’s sake!), stuff he’d shoot himself before he’d wear. Cowboy shirts! Could you believe that? He didn’t care if Uncle Ken lived on a horse ranch. T-shirts were good enough to wear on a horse ranch. The horses wouldn’t care.
Travis had dumped out all the new clothes and hidden them under his bed, and filled the two suitcases with his jeans and T-shirts and books and tapes and tape player. He wanted to take the tape player on board with him, but there was a rule about only one piece of carry-on stuff. He had learned a lot about the rules, trying to get the damn cat on.
It was practically a three-mile hike to get to the right gate, and they outdistanced Mom again. There weren’t too many people there yet, they were way too early. Mom had seen to that. Not that he minded. He couldn’t take staying in the house, now. He sure couldn’t take any more time in juvenile hall. What was left but leaving?
The plane was there, at the end of a long passenger ramp. He could see it out the window that took up a whole wall. It looked huge. The passenger ramp looked like a giant eel, clamped onto its head. God, that was a big plane! He’d never realized how big planes were. How the hell did they ever get off the ground?
Kirk settled into a seat in the lounge. Kirk liked to be comfortable. It was one of his biggest goals in life. Travis set the cat carrier in Kirk’s lap.
I’m goin’ for some cigarettes.
This thing going to pee on me?
It’ll improve your smell if he does. Come on, Joe.
Travis and Joe strode down the hallway. Travis had spotted the cigarette machine from a long way off. He had left his at home and who knows, maybe nobody on the plane would let him bum one. Bumming cigarettes was one of his worst habits. Travis knew that. He pretty much knew what his worst habits were. Bumming cigarettes. Getting into fights. A lot of times he drank too much. On the other hand, he didn’t bully anyone, and didn’t have a smart mouth like Kirk, and he only bummed cigarettes, not money like Joe. He wasn’t a bad person, no matter what Stan was saying. There were a lot worse people than he was.
They stopped at the john. Travis knew there were johns on the plane, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Maybe he’d be sitting next to the window and have to crawl over a bunch of people to get out.
Next to the window. His breath stopped. Maybe not.
Travis combed his hair, staring into the mirror with fixed concentration. He was good-looking. Probably one of the best-looking guys in the school. He had dark brown hair, not so long that he looked like one of the dopers, not so short that he looked like one of the straights, the student-council preppies. Five foot eight. Not bad for sixteen, and by the size of his hands and feet he hadn’t stopped growing yet. Good eyes. Great eyes, actually. Gray-green and as cold as the Irish sea. He had read a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald once, and it said he had eyes as cold as the Irish sea. Travis liked that. He secretly liked his eyelashes, too, a black fringe, as long as a girl’s. He had a good build, long-boned and lean and flat-stomached, and that was the reason he liked tight T-shirts. Kirk was taller, and had broader shoulders, but Travis thought his own build was as good as any in the school. A lot of girls thought so. A lot.
Maybe I’ll get a tan,
he said out loud. If he had a fault to find with his face, it was its paleness. But then, from what he read, Fitzgerald had never tanned either.
Huh?
Joe said. He never spent as much time looking in mirrors as Travis did, being one olive-brown color all over, hair, eyes, and skin, and inclined to pudginess.
I’ll probably get a tan, being outside all the time. You got any downers on you, man?
Hell, no. You think I’m going to try to go through that security shit with downers on me?
They’re just looking for metal junk, like knives and guns. You could have brought some, they’d never catch it.
Yeah? Then why didn’t you bring some?
They weren’t exactly dishing it out like candy in jail.
Travis knew the difference between jail and juvenile hall (it hadn’t been so long ago that he was thanking God for the difference), but he liked to think that nobody else did.
Travis leaned forward … that couldn’t be the beginning of a zit—he never got zits, except a couple on his back once in a while…
Trav—
Yeah?
Were you aiming to kill him?
Hell, no, Travis thought. You think I want to end up in prison, getting gang-banged by a bunch of degenerates every day? You think I haven’t got better ways to spend my life than dickering my ass for cigarettes?
If I had wanted to kill him,
Travis said, giving his hair one last run-through, he’d be dead, wouldn’t he?
He was lying. He had meant to kill Stan, it was only a lucky accident that he hadn’t. Now, the red rage gone and just the usual smoldering embers of hate licking at his insides, it seemed incredible that he’d trade his life (which wasn’t any great shakes so far, but still, he liked it) for the chance of slamming Stan’s brains out; that after the years of putting up with Stan, of taking belts and insults and beatings (even Travis knew the difference between a couple of swats and a beating), he would risk everything (which wasn’t a lot, but something: music and hanging out and girls and above all that thing inside that said Travis is Special), blow it all for a chance to put Stan away forever. And Stan hadn’t so much as laid a finger on him.
Stan was his stepfather. That didn’t bother him. A lot of kids had stepfathers—in fact, he only knew three guys who had the same father they’d started out with. Stan had slapped Mom around a couple of times—that had bothered Travis when he was younger, but he liked to think it didn’t bother him so much now. She could leave. Anytime. A lot of women worked. She wanted to put up with that garbage, she could. And not only did she put up with it, she kept making excuses for him. Like: It was my fault, I shouldn’t have been nagging. He is a good provider.
Provide, hell. Food on the table wasn’t exactly living in luxury. Travis didn’t think he wanted much, material stuff, anyway. Maybe a car someday, and all the paperback books he wanted, and tapes, tons of tapes until he could play tapes all night for a year and never hear the same thing twice unless he wanted; that wasn’t a whole awful lot to want, really, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting anyone to provide it. He wouldn’t let anyone provide it, a matter of fact. People give you something, then you owe them. Every time Stan bought Mom something, like an electric skillet or a new coat, just some simple little thing like you’d expect a guy to get for his wife, he’d beat her over the head with it. Not literally. But verbally. Like I got you this and this and you owe me.
Getting beaten up verbally was just as bad as physically, only it was easier to hide the scars. Travis would never owe anybody anything. If he wanted something, he’d get it on his own.
Besides, it bugged the hell out of Stan that Travis never asked for anything. But asking for something put Stan in control, so Travis either got it on his own or he went without. He washed cars. He mowed lawns. He was the best poker player in the school. He worked at the vet’s on Saturdays, or he had until he got fired for coming in late. Travis was hung over a lot on Saturdays.
But he got his own music and his own books and he could always take anything Stan dished out and walk off.
It was really weird to think