Given that a passion for writing is often linked with a zeal for reading I need to put up an asterisk. I am not an avid reader of books and never have been.That’s not to say that when I do read, however, that I don’t read with passion.
But for a long time, and for no specific reason other than time management, most of the books I’ve read have come off the shelves designated for sports or comedy. And nearly all the rest of my reading has revolved around essays and self help.This past Christmas, I received a New York Times Bestseller as a gift. No sports, no comedy and well…everything that’s good is self help I suppose…right?
So there it was before me: ‘Wild’ by Cheryl Strayed. An inspiring memoir unfolded amid a solo long distance hike up the Pacific Crest Trail. Ironically put in my lap by my fully citified daughter.Following the pattern that change often happens so slowly over time that it can’t be discerned, the sports and humor genres were safe in their thrones. Weeks went by and I didn’t even crack the cover.
Then on one of those bitter and snowy nights of this thankfully elapsed winter I picked up WILD and found a warm and quiet spot in my basement seated at the end of my futon and nearby a portable heater. I read the first five chapters and was completely engaged in the style and substance of her writing.Unfortunately none of the other snowstorms helped me with my time management and WILD sat tranquil on top of a nesting table at the other end of the futon, dog-eared at page seventy five until this weekend.
No mini vacation was in the plans for this Memorial Day. And I was annoyed with myself that I didn’t go back to finish a book that I didn’t want to put down in the first place.Once I finally picked it up again, resting it was difficult. In between washing my car, playing wiffle ball with fav bud and a trip to the Bronx Zoo I obsessively read through the remaining 240 pages of this transformative human adventure.
Almost always as my mind was taken along this journey pulsating with fear, pain, grief, hunger, and loneliness I was feeling the faith, strength, happiness, contentment and love that Cheryl Strayed so perfectly sewed together. Most enjoyable is that her forceful hike through the wilderness and her experiences on and off the trail avoid and go far beyond common catch phrases of change and inspiration and instead are hard, honest, simple and real recognitions.I cannot imagine anyone reading this story while not rooting for Cheryl and amidst the heartache not also rooting for life well lived.
If you are searching for pages that are compelling, pivotal and moving while you place your toes in the sand this summer I would highly recommend picking up a copy of WILD, by Cheryl Strayed.…And if any of you have summer reading recommendations…please don’t be shy.
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