Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Wild is so much more than a memoir about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. It's a deeply personal story about grief, healing, resilience, and finding yourself when life has completely unraveled. What I appreciated most was how honest Cheryl Strayed is about her flaws and mistakes. She doesn't try to paint herself as the hero. Instead, she shares the difficult, messy parts of her life alongside the physical challenges of hiking, which made her journey feel genuine and incredibly relatable. The trail itself almost becomes another character in the story. The descriptions of the mountains, forests, deserts, and changing landscapes made me want to experience parts of the Pacific Northwest for myself. As someone who loves travel and the outdoors, I found myself adding several locations to my own bucket list while reading. This isn't a fast-paced adventure novel, but that's part of its charm. It's reflective, emotional, and beautifully written. The story balances moments of humor, heartbreak, and triumph in a way that kept me turning the pages. If you enjoy memoirs, stories of personal growth, or books that transport you into nature, Wild is absolutely worth reading. It's one of those books that lingers long after you've finished the final chapter.

Grief can lead us in many different directions. It can lead to self- reflection, a change in priorities, a stronger realization of one’s own mortality, and so on. It can lead people to try things or do things they never considered before. Such is the case with Wild, a true story of a woman shellshocked by grief who decides to take time to find herself by hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. Wild is a journey of discovery and growth. The author didn’t spend all her time alone hiking the trail, but she was alone for most of it, and she wasn’t as well- prepared, physically or otherwise, as a person should be. Her descriptions of places, people, the outdoors, the physical endurance, and other things help you feel like you are right there with her, experiencing the awe, the relief, the pain, and more. One of the things I like about this book is that it’s not a story about someone who has everything and decides to see what it’s like to rough it, to live life on the other side. I get tired of books like that; books that feature an individual from a privileged background who decides to find out how others live and survive. No, this is a book about an ordinary person. A person who grew up with little except for the family she cherished, only to have everything unravel, first with her father’s departure, then with her mother’s death, and then with the dissolution of her marriage. Her decision to hike the Pacific Crest Trail was based on the accumulation of grief, lack of self- discipline, and other factors. She does end up learning a few life lessons along they way and she does seem to have grown in the process, so the ending is mostly a happy one. Where Wild falls a little short is with the author’s somewhat one- track mind and naivete about people in general. As she makes her way from place to place and encounters different men, she immediately wants to comment on their physical looks. To be fair, the entire book is written like that, with adjectives and colorful descriptions every step of the way, so it could be that this is just an extension of the book’s overall writing style. Still, I got a little tired of it. I really don’t care if this man was good- looking and this other one was not. It had little to do with the experience. Dealing with grief can be difficult and until you have experienced significant loss, there is no way of knowing what you may do. Wild is a good read overall about a woman’s effort to find comfort and forgiveness in the rugged American west and while it does have a few shortcomings, it still makes for an enjoyable read and I’m looking forward now to watching the movie based on this writing.

I recently finished Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed. It is a book about a woman who hikes a trail on the west coast in hopes of finding herself. It is an autobiography written by Cheryl herself as she hikes. I think this book is a must read. It was inspiring and uplifting, in a way that only a book about a woman who has hit rock bottom and fights her way back up can. Although there are plenty of books about women who struggle with self identity and depression, Cheryl did a good job of making this one engaging and different. I happen to like the autobiography genre because I like that the story is about real peoples struggles. I like to read about the challenges and how they overcome them, even if the challenges that most autobiographies are written about are extreme and hard to imagine, I feel that I can easily take them in context and apply them to situations that may arise in my, or someone close to me's life. Cheryl made me feel like I was her friend and companion on the hike. I laughed when she laughed and cried when she cried. Although there were points in the journey when even I was bored with the walking, I felt that those points were necessary to make the journey feel real. She did a great job of pulling me back in after these lulls and I was just as engrossed as before. I found the miscellaneous characters that flutter in and out to be quirky and entertaining. At the end of the book I thought about them and wondered where they were now and how they were doing. She only gave us a fleeting view of them, but she also had just a fleeting view of them herself. She focused more on how they affected her and what she learned from them, rather than on actually developing the characters. I liked that even though it was a book all about the discovery of who Cheryl Strayed really is, she gave us an insight into other characters that she met along the way. She was descriptive enough to set the plot for me, enabling me to envision her beautiful and treacherous hike while at the same time not being sickened by the descriptive words of beauty. I found the plot easy to follow, although considering the plot is almost entirely about a woman hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, you would think that would be pretty straightforward; however, Cheryl found a way to entwine her trials and tribulations into the book while not making it confusing and jumpy. I would recommend this book to anyone going through a hard time in their life, but even for people that are not. It is a feel good book that makes you want to go strap a backpack on and take on the PCT today! I wanted to include some of the negative reviews that I found online. I found that most of them had to do with the actual hike, or the genre as a whole. Many people had written that all she did was complain through the book. I didn’t find this book to be whiny or self-centered. I liked the way that she was forced to focus on herself the entire time. I will say that she complained, a lot, about the hike and how hard it was but I believe that she was using that as a tool to show her readers how much of a journey it was. I think she whined to show that not only was she working through some very tough emotional stuff, she was doing it while working through some very tough physical stuff as well. I am not a hiker, so I have no insight into whether she portrayed hiking, as a sport, correctly so if you are a hiker and would like to shed some light here, feel free. The last complaint that I will talk about was the one of her lifestyle before the hike. I think that many people were cruel in the way that they bashed Cheryl’s lifestyle leading up to the hike. I think that she accurately portrayed a 25 something woman who has a pretty messed up life. I will agree that her choices were poor, but I think she handled it how she thought she could and I think that people who threw stones in the reviews about her life choices, sounded like they hadn’t really dealt with heartbreak and total life failure. There are different types of people in the world, those who make lemonade when life throws them lemons and people that throw the lemons away and chug a bottle of vodka. If you liked my post, visit my website at www.balancingemma.wordpress.com

WILD is a fearlessly told, wildly fantastic, and entertaining story. The author, Cheryl Strayed (not her birth name, but one she chose after a her divorce) exceeded any and all expectations I had when Wild arrived in my mailbox. This is a memoir, but reads like a novel. All human behavior, interaction, and communication, I think, is best understood via the narrative, in other words--a story. And so I am going to talk about this story as if it were fiction - in the language of the six fundamental elements of a story. Title. Perfect. To look at the spine is to see 'Cheryl Strayed WILD'. Which would induce me to pluck it off any shelf. [However, I think the cover would have been better with a snapshot of Cheryl, or a trail maker of the PCT; but I understand the choice of the boot.] Cheryl Strayed is a wild girl, as she says: "I was an experimentalist ... An artist. The kind of woman who said yes instead of no." (p. 54) That is a trail marker letting the reader know just what kind of journey you are about to get into. Plot. One of the best - Redemption of the human soul through the force of will, strength, and toughness. Briefly, Cheryl was born in 1968, white, female, attractive, intelligent, and in addition had the benefit of a college education. You could call her advantaged. But, big but, she was born into rural poverty and domestic violence and then her champion, advocate, and sole support - her mother - died suddenly of cancer when Cheryl was twenty-two. Cheryl, lost, descended into debauchery, seemingly bent on self- destruction via sex and drugs. Characterization. Not only did I quickly begin to root for Cheryl, I fell in love with her. She was/is the personification of my "perfect" woman. [I am aware, wistfully, that the person I am in love with is a fiction--a 26 year-old woman with the wisdom and wit of the same person 15 years later.] Not only was she white, young, attractive, intelligent, and funny; she was by her declaration: "--strong and responsible, clear-eyed and driven, ethical and good." (p. 57) [And] "I was a big fat idiot and I didn't know what the hell I was doing ..." (p.58) [Told you she was funny.] And it just keeps getting better, funnier; and yet in the next sentence she is as likely to bring tears to my eyes as to make me laugh out loud. Point of view. Her voice is perfect. I can hear her, see her! In all her joy and sadness and frustration, in other words, in all her humanity ... or femaleness. Cheryl blends the past with the present in the telling of her story masterfully. There is no confusion for the reader. Her wisdom and humor and reflection merge in ways that are really rare in writing. Setting. The Pacific Crest Trail, from the deserts of southern California, through the high Sierras and into the "Box of Rain" to the Bridge of the Gods on the Columbia River in Oregon, she describes it beautifully, as well as all the characters, camps, and towns along the trail. And most significantly for me--what it is like to hike alone, mile after mile after mile. [A thing I am very, very familiar with.] Theme. The power of the human spirit and the unequivocal interaction of the force of nature with that of man (woman) to combine to heal and restore a person to their true self. This is a rare book. I read a lot, and have never fallen for a writer and a voice and a story like I did for Cheryl Strayed and WILD.

When I read the synopsis of the book, my first instinct was to run far far away. I generally steer clear of any books with themes like "I need to find my purpose by doing something stupid in nature". Plus I saw her last name. Really? However a friend of mine insisted I give it a shot and so I started reading it. Just to be clear and without giving too much away, the book is a true story about a woman who hikes all by her lonesome on a trail that I kept wanting to call the Pacific COAST trail. However it's actually the Pacific CREST trail (probably much less glamorous). It didn't take long before her beautiful prose dragged me kicking and screaming into her journey and had me sweating and nervous right along with her. She's brutally honest and open about her failures, successes, grief and general sense of being lost. The two things I loved most about the book was her powerful writing and her ability to keep me interested. She balanced giving enough detail and creating the environment of a "journey' without beating you to death with every single unpleasant detail one would suffer in a summer long hike. I never felt bored or thought "oh boy, here is where she's going to talk about every step up a mountain". Don't get me wrong, I love hiking but that alone doesn't make for a great story. However Strayed was able to put together all the important details and interesting dramas to give you one awesome story that's hard to put down. Her writing was also a good balance between quality without being too dramatic or ostentatious for it's own sake. Her voice is powerful and intense and at times, bordering on poetic. Probably one of the most haunting moments in the entire book was a flashback where she had to deal with her mother's aging horse. I think most readers who enjoy a bit of adventure, some quality prose (if you're a fan of the Twilight books, go elsewhere) and a solid, autobiographical tale will like this book. I suppose it's only fair in a review to mention a few small criticisms as well. The one theme, she did at times seem to beat us over the head with, was her need for sex, closeness and affection. At times it felt like she just wanted to bare her soul a little too much (I could do without some of her lustful cravings while simultaneously commenting on how disgusting she was after having not showered for days, sweated profusely and still wearing the same clothing). Also her recurrent mother theme at times became less poignant with the constant reference to how difficult her mother's death had been. Towards the end of the book, some of her insights she had gained over her voyage started becoming repetitive and in many ways, for me the book was its best from the beginning until about half way to maybe three quarters of the way through. SPOILER ALERT: She lived. Granted anyone who bothers to note that it's a true story written by the woman who hiked the Pacific Crest trail will know this before reading it. For much of this book, I can't believe sometimes how she survived and how she managed to keep going. At many times, it was clear she got lucky and despite her prowess as a writer, she clearly suffered from a tiny bit of outdoorsy dumbness. However you have to admire her strength and perseverance. My feet were practically aching through most of the read. Overall it's a great novel, powerfully written and intensely told. I loved it!

The following interview was taken from my blog, the Singing in the Wood. I've been reading more and more books lately outside my "comfort zone," but I began reading this book by Cheryl Strayed thinking it would be a work I could really enjoy. My interest was really piqued by the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) reference. I've hiked off and on over the years (more off than on lately, but I am getting back to it), and that includes the PCT around and about Mt. Rainier in Washington State. I enjoy books on nature as well as spiritual journeys, so I imagined this book to be right up my alley; I was wrong. Initially, I was deeply taken by the book. In particular, I found its writing to have an unusually strong and unique narrative voice. (Early on in the reading, I even made an attempt or two to contact its author who lives just an hour north of us.) The love affair with the book wasn't to last long, however. Some important issues got into the way: namely the author's lifestyle and the way in which she glorified it in her writing. Lost is really more like an autobiographical snapshot than anything else, and it's the non-fiction classification which presents one of the few writing quality criticisms. Non-fiction would seem to imply a book is without fiction, but I am profoundly skeptical that Cheryl Strayed truly recorded the order and nature of her wandering mind with such meticulous care while engaged in such a difficult physical endeavor. The level of details, as well as seamless weaving of the flashbacks into the account, all read more like a work of fiction than non-fiction. It takes a great deal of effort to record experiences accurately along the trail. Even on a day hike, this can be a challenge to do well. There is little mention of her taking notes or journaling daily. There is also little reference to her efforts to photograph her surroundings--which might have helped explain the rich level of recollection and the details. While I am skeptical of the factual accuracy of her account at times, many reading this likely couldn't care less. Does embellishment in non-fiction matter? As an author, I believe it does. Yes, there is probably a certain degree of creative exposition in much of the non-fiction market. The good non-fiction author, however, usually will identify it as such--Eric Metaxas' Bonhoeffer, Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy is a case-in-point. Similar to my criticism of Tracie McMillan's recent book, my problem with Cheryl Strayed's approach to non-fiction is that it seems to be hard to pick out what's true and what is likely an embellishment. When important dimensions of the novel are placed in question, the rest of the work also is cast into a different light. Strangely, a related problem with the work is a little harder to articulate. In simple terms, "a sense of place" seems to be conveyed infrequently. This may seem contradictory because of the above comments on the level of details...but sense of place goes beyond the factual details present in a work. My problem, I think, rests on the author's narcissistic and constant inward gaze into herself. This myopic view tends to create an inconsistent sense of place for the reader. This introspective and bare honest narrative seems almost confessional at first. Perhaps as a Catholic, that's why I initially found it somewhat appealing. The problem, though, is that it's confession for the sake of confession and not for the sake of forgiveness or redemption. When confession is divorced from seeking forgiveness or embracing positive change, then it's nothing more than tell-all sensationalism. It's indeed hard to believe this misguided author enjoys reading Catholic writer Flannery O'Connor; perhaps she is a follower of the Church Without Christ. I suppose it's that tell all approach that really is troubling. Let's just say there is too much information (TMI!) here. From her menstrual and masturbation observations to shooting up heroin and lewd sexual behavior on a public beach at Brookings, Oregon during daylight hours, she details a life in serious need of repair. In fact, let's talk about that beach item a bit more, because the lack of shame in this author's account reveals a particularly deplorable character. You see the photo to the left? This photo was taken years ago as we as a family enjoyed the public beach on the south end of the town of Brookings, situated on the southern Oregon coast. Based on Cheryl Strayed's descriptions, this could be the same beach--the same rock--on which she and her companion engaged in lewd public behavior. Why is this sort of behavior praised by other book reviewers and promoters--like Oprah? Is this behavior that we find acceptable as parents and concerned citizens? In short, Lost's author details a journey that could spark redemption and change in her life's direction; perhaps it has had a positive effect in the end. As a reader, though, all that she seems interested in is sensationalizing her escapades in the guise of a confession--but without a meaningful expression of guilt or desire to change at her core. It's an account that ultimately seems devoid of true depth of character, and it mistakes physical strength for inner strength. It embraces the culture of me at the expense of real truth and spiritual answers. Moral relativism may be popular with the culture at large--and apparently to the Oprah crowd--but serious readers recognize that it is a lie. Abortion, drug abuse, sexual immorality, and anger at the past people in her life are an abyss that this traveler doesn't seem to confront so much as try to wish away. It makes the reader hope for the best for her...but be all to grateful to let the book itself become lost.

This isn’t exactly a page- turner in the way that you stay up late reading because you can’t wait to find out what happens next, instead it’s a slow burn. It kept me curious, wanting to stay on the path with Cheryl, to hear about her next steps and to be encouraged by her as she kept going. No matter what. I felt stronger myself as I read about her strength. The strength that was always inside her made apparent with each grueling step. I grew to want to be like her, tough and persevering, content with what she had - and honest. Deeply honest. In fact, reading her story plainly stated, seeing her do it as the pages unfolded, have made me be more honest. The last line on the last page of the book was powerful. Thank you for sharing your story Cheryl Strayed.

Would you do an eleven-hundred-mile hike through the wilderness alone? I know that I wouldn’t. Would you read a book written by someone who did it? I did and loved it. “Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail” by Cheryl Strayed is as much about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) as it is about what made the author do it and what she learnt while treading the harsh, uncompromising, often barely marked paths of the PCT. In Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone with the Wind,” Old Miss Fontaine tells Scarlett that for a woman, there is nothing more soul-destroying than having faced the worst. She means the horrors of war and violence, the kind of which she has faced when, as a child, she witnessed the killing of her family, and also the devastation brought on by the Yankees at present. This scene, which I skipped when I read the book for the first time as a teenager, stayed with me after I reread it decades later. It made me think about how what I’ve been through shaped me into the person I am now. And the truth of Old Miss’s words hit me hard. That I’ve seen too much hasn’t made me a better version of a woman I could have become had my experiences been of a lighter variety. Alas, harsh things make you harsh. And no one particularly likes harsh people. Unfair? Maybe. But true nevertheless. While reading “Wild,” the wisdom that Old Miss shares and Scarlett being Scarlett dismisses as she does with everything that is, in her view, irrelevant to her current predicament, came to my mind. But this time, from a different angle. Another thing that’s absolutely shattering for a woman’s soul is losing her mother before her time has come. I’m not saying that it doesn’t hurt to lose one’s mom to old age. Losing our loved ones always hurts. But it is still different when a person closest to you passes unexpectedly, years or even decades before it is generally considered ‘their time.’ And the agony a daughter goes through when the person she has lost is her mother is especially painful. Adding to the burden of grief is society’s expectations that you must get over it sooner than possible. People want you to behave as if you are fine. Mostly, for their own sakes. And when you do, they have an excuse to treat you as if it were true. “Just as I’d seemed to be doing okay after my mom died. Grief doesn’t have a face.” It isn’t necessarily because people are cruel and indifferent. As I see it, grief is hard to respond to, and it is uncomfortable to deal with. People realise that their words, chosen wrongly, might cause more pain or maybe even an aggressive reaction. And, of course, sympathy requires time and effort. It is seldom that people are willing or ready to share these things with others. Cheryl Strayed loses her mother at twenty-two. Her mom loses the battle with cancer at forty-five. It doesn’t surprise me that for the author, this tragedy turned out to be an insurmountable mountain. Not at once, but four years later, she decides not to simply climb one real mountain. She sets her mind on crossing range after range of cliffs, all seemingly impassable for a first-time long-distance hiker. Why on Earth didn’t she leave the trail after the first day when the extent of her unpreparedness became evident? Or after the second or the third? I kept asking myself this question after each chapter. I suffer from minor blisters between my toes brought on by wearing heavy winter footwear for too many days in a row due to an uncharacteristically cold winter. While the author had to bear not only blistered feet but also her skin, almost all over her body, chafed mercilessly by the monstrosity of a backpack she was carrying. Already before I reached the last chapter, I started to get the glimpses of ‘why,’ and it was extremely satisfying to wrap up the full understanding in a neat package I could stash away for further musing when I finished the book. As I mentioned at the beginning of this review, I wouldn’t choose the same way of overcoming grief as did the author. I just don’t have it in me to put myself through more suffering than absolutely necessary. I can’t be sure that hiking the Pacific Crest Trail or a similar one wouldn’t help me shed what presses me down. Maybe I’d feel renewed and relieved. What makes me doubtful is that I’m already walking the paths I didn’t allow myself to step on when I was young. Grief and loss, in a way, liberated me – from preconceived notions of how I should act to be viewed as a ‘good girl.’ Still, they also put me into a new set of shackles. Reading “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed inspired me to try to search for something that could do what hiking the Pacific Crest Trail did for her. I, too, want to stop feeling broken inside. Even if it’s not evident – I took society's expectations of getting over it seriously – I am still a heap of crumbled pieces, far from whole. “If he could do this, I could, I thought furiously. He wasn’t tougher than me. No one was, I told myself, without believing it. 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 it was true, I said it anyway: No one.” In 2024, my family spent three weeks travelling across the American Southwest. I remember feeling awe-struck by the vastness of the Mojave Desert when we drove from Flagstaff, Arizona, on the way to the Sequoia National Park. Reading the book, I tried to imagine how much more intimidating it must have felt for the author to cross this area on foot. Maybe, just maybe, in some form, let it be totally amateurish, I might still consider doing something like hiking in the wild.

Essere trasportati nel cuore di una persona e nel cuore selvaggio della natura e' il dono enorme che mi ha fatto questo libro, questa scrittrice piena di talento e con una grande anima . È questo il valore di un libro, ispirare, scavare dentro se stessi, stupire e dare spazio a ciò che ci fa crescere. Queste poche parole forse non sono abbastanza per recensire questo libro immenso.

'' Eu sabia que, se permitisse que o medo me ultrapassasse, minha jornada estava condenada. Eu decidi que estava segura. Eu era forte, eu era corajosa. Nada poderia me vencer. Insistir nessa história era uma forma de controle dos medos, que na maior parte do tempo funcionava. '' O interessante de ler histórias em fatos reais é ver o quão você também pode se permitir em iniciar algo do qual nunca imaginou. Esse livro me fez ver o quanto essa mulher foi corajosa em caminhar pelo PCT sozinha e ter certeza em sua escolha mesmo no decorrer da caminhada muitos não apoiarem, e para ela tudo era como uma reflexão interna caminhando longas distâncias e refletindo sobre grandes questões que aconteceram em sua vida, isso me fez refletir o quão (estar só) nos traz clareza de pensamento, perceber o quão sua própria companhia é por assim dizer: A melhor da qual você pode ter, tem uma parte do livro que ela diz: '' Sozinho sempre me senti como um lugar real para mim, como se não fosse um estado de ser, mas sim uma sala onde eu poderia me retirar para ser quem eu realmente sou'' . Há coragem que ela teve de passar noites em florestas podendo cruzar seu caminho com cobras, leões ou até mesmo um assassino em série, dormindo em lugares que poderiam não ser tão seguros, tudo isso para se dar a oportunidade de se redescobrir em uma nova perspectiva da vida. Há, que livro! Que livro! Pretendo rele-lo em breve, ou até mesmo ver o filme, mas como muito dizem: O filme não fala muito sobre o quanto ela sofreu com a morte da mãe e alguns crises familiares e internas. Então indico realmente a ler essa história incrível.

I write this with tears tumbling down my cheeks, feeling as though I took part of the journey that Cheryl did. I watched the movie many years ago in the theatre and loved it. As we are looking at getting back into hiking as our kids are a bit older, I remembered the movie and knew there was a book so I bought it. I prefer to read 'fluff' rather than anything showing the harsh realities of life. Half way through I had to stop for the night, overwhelmed by emotions and for the journey Cheryl went through BEFORE the PCT. This book is insanely well-written. I had to pull myself back and remind myself that this was a memoir, not just an amazing piece of literature. Because of the fact that it's a recount, it's hard to criticise any aspects of the story. In a lot of ways it was hard for me to relate to Cheryl and some decisions she made before the trail. I think it was hard for her to understand some of the decisions she made as well and only at the very end did she work through that. In a lot of other ways, I did understand her. I think we have all had moments where packing up our life seems like a promising new beginning. As a hiker (although it's been years since more than a day hike because of our little ones) I know how the trail gets into your brain and your brain gets into the trail. The story was a perfect balance of the physical aspects of the trail as well as the emotional aspects. The pacing of the story was great. I struggled with all the names of characters -as in, who they were in the story - but that was just the nature of her travels. As I sit with all the heavy feelings right now, I know I will be going back to fluff, atleast for a while, but this book will always have a piece of my heart.

Cheryl writes from the heart. This story is more than just a travelogue. Its an intimate portrayal of her vulnerable side. She tells us about her battle with depression and addiction. Also, the book is an antithesis of the self-help genre, thankfully. Some wounds need a lot of time and air to heal, is one of the core messages, which is beautifully told.

In diesem Buch erzählt die Autorin über ihre Wanderung des PCT, um nach dem Verlust ihrer Mutter wieder zu sich selbst zu finden. Hierbei wechselt sie zwischen ihren Erfahrungen auf dem Weg und Ereignissen, die zuvor in Ihrem Leben stattgefunden haben. Mich hat dieses Buch total gefesselt und überwältigt. Es ist unglaublich schön geschrieben und voll mit Trauer und Verlust, aber auch Durchhaltevermögen, Kraft und die wiederkehrende Freude am Leben auf dem Weg zu sich selbst. Kurz gesagt - es ist eine perfekte Mischung und eine wunderbar erzählte, ehrliche Story. Ich kann es wirklich nur jedem empfehlen dieses Buch zu lesen, vielleicht sieht man danach in seinem Leben einige Aspekte etwas anders.