I’ve thought for awhile now about what I should say about this book. I loved it. I just loved it. And, I binged on it over a weekend when I really should have been doing so many other things. I needed to know how it ended. And, I really enjoyed every minute of it, even the parts (and there were many) that made me cry.
This is a memoir of Cheryl Strayed’s hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. I really do enjoy memoirs of hikes (Bryson’s a Walk in the Woods is a classic for me) and this book (like Bryson’s) made me want to get out in the world and walk. Although, her descriptions of her under-preparedness and what the trail did to her body makes me think that preparation is absolutely the key to a good hike. And, the kid of preparation that involves multiple dry runs. It was clear she had done some preparation, especially the kind that I would be prone to do: she definitely read up on what she would need, she was woefully unready for some of the things she encountered.
The people on the trail that Strayed met seemed pretty good and how the narrative went back and forth between the hike and what brought her to the hike was really well done. Her relationship with her mother was touching and her descriptions of how she took her mother’s loss was absolutely heartbreaking.
This was an amazing book and I’m very happy to have read it. I find it very touching and very moving. But, beware, you will need a lot of kleenex.
I got this book from the Erie County Public Library.by