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About this website
Welcome to the first, and largest, website specialising in horse and pony fiction. It’s all here, from the brilliant written to the frankly bad. The unassuming might think just a few authors wrote pony books, but the unassuming would be wrong. There are now over 1,100 authors featured on this site, and several thousand titles. The genre is still alive and kicking. And why is it called Jane Badger Books, you might ask? Way back when, I sold antiquarian books, and specialised in horses. The website was started then to support the bookselling. I no longer sell books, but as the site is well known under that name, I’ve stuck with it.


About me
I’m a freelance writer, editor and proof reader. I’ve written Heroines on Horseback (2013), a gallop through the pony book in children’s fiction, and have written the world’s largest website on equine literature. That’s the one you’re looking at now, though it is currently transitioning over from its original form over to the all-new, sparkly, mobile-friendly version.

  • My earliest horse memory is being bitten on the arm by a piebald who lived in the field at the end of our garden. It did not put me off.
  • My family are remarkably tolerant of my horse obsession, probably because I make valiant efforts not to include the horse in every conversation. I learned that skill at an early age, when it dawned on me that not everyone (poor, misguided souls) felt the same way about the horse as me.
  • I have fallen off a lot of horses in my time, but the silliest was off a pony who had come to a complete stop. Having stayed on until then, I slowly toppled off sideways into a ploughed field.
  • I love dogs. I can talk dog with fellow dog walkers for hours, and do. I have a rescue labrador. She was one of those dogs who went in and out of new homes, getting more overwrought with each one. By the time we got her, when she was 15 months old, she’d had five homes. She is quite possibly the best dog in the world.
  • Our current cat only likes me when I am talking on the telephone, when she will appear from nowhere and mug me for affection. At all other times I am less than dirt to her.
  • I read extremely fast, which is handy for my line of work. When I was little, my mother banned me from reading for a week. I thought life had come to an end.
  • I can weed nettles (small ones) with my bare hands.