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Let’s be honest—there are books you read, and there are books you live for. Dame Jilly Cooper’s Polo? That’s the latter. It’s champagne-soaked, scandal-laced, and shamelessly fun—the kind of romp you tuck into your Goyard tote, toss next to your SPF 50 and oversized sunnies, and crack open with a smirk poolside at The Colony. We’re talking steamy affairs, scandalous chukkas, and aristocrats behaving very badly. Sound familiar? It’s basically season in Wellington with a British accent and even fewer inhibitions. For the uninitiated, Polo is a wildly decadent novel set in England’s most elite (read: ridiculous) equestrian circles, where testosterone is high, morals are questionable, and the champagne flows like SmartWater at a SoulCycle retreat. There’s romance, revenge, and just enough horse talk to make you feel like you actually belong at a field-side luncheon with your Hermès scarf fluttering in the breeze. Jilly Cooper, national treasure and unrepentant purveyor of literary naughtiness, manages to write show jumping, dressage, and polo scenes with the same breathless drama as her love triangles—though if we’re being honest, the stirrups aren’t always on the horses. So why now? Why toss this particular bit of equestrian erotica into your monogrammed beach bag? Because whether you’re a rider, a railbird, or simply a woman who enjoys her fiction with a little forbidden froth, Polo is a reminder that behind every riding boot is a story, and not all of them are fit for the country club newsletter. Wellington’s own social scene has been known to inspire a juicy chapter or two—and if Dame Cooper ever set foot here, she’d need a second novel just to cover the cabana gossip. So consider this your official summer (or should we say season) reading assignment. Bonus points if you read it while watching a real-life match—just don’t let the ponies distract you from the page-turning drama. After all, darling, some stories are too good to gatekeep.