Saturday, March 8, 2014


There's this really awesome website called Goodreads. It allows you to track what you read and rate it, if you want to, and even write a review. You also have different 'shelves' so you can track not only what you have read, but what you want to read and what you are currently reading. I love this website and I've learned about some great books this way.

I just finished reading Cheryl Strayed's memoir Wild about her journey on the Pacific Crest Trail when she was 22 years old. I really liked this book. So I thought I would share my review of it.

's review
Mar 08, 14  ·  edit
5 of 5 stars
Read from September 24, 2013 to March 06, 2014

“…the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.”

This book. Maybe it was the death of my mom a little over a year ago. Maybe it was the nearly one year it took me to read this book. Yes, almost one year. Not because it was slow or boring or insignificant. This book took 11 months to read because I continually had to put it down. It bites. It drowns. It puts words to feelings I didn't even know I had until I read it and recognized it within myself.

I've read and heard about women who's mothers passed and they are sad, yes, but not floored. Strayed spoke to me as I was more than floored by the death of my mother, I was drowned by it. Once I came above water, I realized that my life was different, I was different. My life, at 33, was sectioned into before and after. That was how great a love I had for my mother and she for me. Strayed knows about that great love between mother and daughter. I am so grateful that she wrote this book and that I was able to read it at this time in my life. I needed it. I yearned for it before I actually knew about it.

I will miss my mother for the rest of my life, and even though I didn't swallow her bones whole, I know that she will always be a part of me. Strayed helped me see that a little bit. So yeah, I totally loved this book. But it was brutal.

Oh and, it made me want to hike the Pacific Crest Trail. No, not really, but kind of. Whether the PCT or the Camino de Santigo de Campostela in Spain. Great grief seems to bring about the need for a long and arduous journey to do some deep soul searching. Alas, with two small children, I cannot take off on a pilgrimage. But I want to.

 “I made it the mantra of those days; when I paused before yet another series of switchbacks or skidded down knee-jarring slopes, when patches of flesh peeled off my feet along with my socks, when I lay alone and lonely in my tent at night I asked, often out loud: Who is tougher than me?The answer was always the same, and even when I knew absolutely there was no way on this earth that it was true, I said it anyway: No one.”

I could use some of that toughening up. :)

Good reading everyone!


  1. When the student is ready the teacher will appear. Gautama Budda
    It doesn't always need to be a person, but could be a book, movie, anything that teaches. I'm glad you found a teacher in a book.

    1. Thank you Pam. I think I have a lot of great teachers during this phase of my life. You are one of them. I appreciate that. :)