This definitely is going to be my number one read of 2015 🙂
I love hiking. Introverted at heart, the idea of walking solo for three months on California’s Pacific Crest Trail sounds glorious to me (although I would prefer staying at a cute bed and breakfast to camping in the rain). Having wandered through over ten countries with my own pair of boots, the ones on the cover seemed to promise great stories of adventure. Sort of like Into Thin Air, but hotter and less dangerous.
Yet there is more than mere physical danger in this compelling book, which is not really about hiking at all. Though Strayed does give gripping accounts of backpack disasters and wildlife encounters, this book is really about an internal hike we must all take, at some point, through grief and loss.
Strayed’s decision to make the trek “began before I…
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