I finally finished Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I really enjoyed it. I felt like I was on the Pacific Crest Trail alongside Strayed. I could totally envision the memories she described while hiking. I liked it because it was real. She’s not a grandiose person/she is a grandiose person and exerts so much humility. She makes you realize anyone is capable of extraordinary things! It is a confirmation of identity found.
Two quotes I happened on in particular:
“I looked at the place I’d come from and the place I was going, the two equidistant from me. I was too far from either, so I forced my way forward.”
“Where was my mother? I wondered. I’d carried her so long, staggering beneath her weight. On the other side of the river, I let myself think. And something inside of me released.” *****