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Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed

You know how when people ask you “What’s your favorite food?” or “What’s your favorite movie?” it is really tough to answer? That’s how I used to feel when someone asked me “What’s your favorite book?”

Wild book review

Until I read Wild. It is my favorite book that I have ever read to date, without a doubt. I read it before it was on Oprah’s list and way before it was a movie starring Reece Witherspoon (love her too). My quickly becoming tattered copy of the book is currently in the possession of a friend. I lent it to my older sister. And to my mom. I have lent it to friends. As much as I love seeing it’s spine on my bookshelf, I love the idea even more of a friend reading it and absorbing all of the lessons and sheer beauty it has to offer.

Have you ever felt like your life is a total shit storm? Been down so low that there aren’t really words to describe the feeling? Have you ever wanted to say fuck it, and wish you could disappear into the wild? Leave society and all of the miseries associated with it?

Conversely, have you ever immersed yourself in nature so breathtakingly beautiful that your eyes welled up with tears? Have you ever pushed your body to its physical limits and experienced the exhausted euphoria which accompanies such effort?

Have you ever connected so deeply to an author that you actually love them, even though you have never met them? Have you ever had one shoe break, and you had to walk around in one shoe or ditch the other and hoof it on bare feet?
To all of these questions, I answer yes. These are the questions that come to mind when I think about this memoir.

This is my favorite book. Hands down. ❤

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