Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I think I hate this book.
But then I think that I don't hate this book.
And then I get confused.

I didn't like Cheryl Strayed. I had, and still don't really have, any sympathy for her as a person. Everything that happened to her, aside from her mothers death, was her own fault.

I also think that I'm just not Cheryl. I don't tend to like women like Cheryl – women who are constantly evaluating the men that they're standing near, women who are constantly thinking about sex. That's not me, so I don't understand it.

And still, even though I don't like Cheryl, and can't sympathize with her, I thought this was a pretty solid account of what it's like to undertake a big adventure, expecting that you know what it will be like, and being so horribly wrong. Her descriptions were on point – I felt her blisters, i knew her exhaustion.

This review isn't very helpful. Mostly I'm trying to sort out my own feelings, because I still can't really pinpoint how I feel about this book.