Two of our booksellers have written staff picks for Wild. That’s basically as good as the Oprah book club, right? Or at least like calling dibs?
Wild is the best memoir I’ve read since Gail Caldwell’s Let’s Take the Long Way Home. I felt like I was on the trail with Cheryl; I could see the wilderness in front of me, I could feel the monstrous backpack on my back. This isn’t just a book for fans of memoirs. This is a book for people who are fans of pitch-perfect writing that tells a story with unrestrained exuberance. I loved this book.
And Sarah G. wrote:
We are not our bodies, but we are inextricable from them. When our bodies strain, we strain; when our bodies are damaged, we feel the damage. We are not our hearts, but we need our hearts to heal when they have holes in them.
Breaking under the weight of years of trauma, Cheryl Strayed set out on an 1,100-mile hike, solo through the Pacific Crest Trail, to find out what she could survive. Her journey is one of constant physical pain, fear, hunger, freezing and burning temperatures, thirst, blood, loneliness, and healing.
If our bodies can make it over the mountain, we can make it over the mountain, and on our climb, we’ll see how beautiful pits and valleys can be from a distance.