My issues with this book:
- You are not the only person in the world who is an “orphan.” Get over yourself.
- Being an “orphan” does not give you a free pass on the heroin. Or the unprotected sex.
- Who sets out to hike a serious hiking trail without first testing the weight of their backpack? I mean, really, even I’m not that stupid.
Oh…did you want a summary? Here it is:
Sex. Death. Sex. Sex. Sex. Grief. Drugs. Sex. Drugs. Divorce. Hiking. Sex. Sex. Hiking. Sex. Sex. Sex. Drugs. Hiking. Grief. Grief. Grief. Sex. Sex. Sex. Hiking.
On the one hand, I read this book in a day. It was quite readable in a train-wreck kind of way. On the other hand, I Could. Not. Stand. the author and her whiny self-pity and the poor choices that she continuously made.
The hiking was mildly interesting, in an “ouch ouch ouch your toenails are falling off” kind of way. But even then, the author made so many poor decisions (hiking alone, running out of water, abusing her feet, losing her shoes) that it was a hard book to like. I’m also left wondering if there might have been a bit of James Freyishness happening, because…seriously?
Ti and I were pretty much bashing this one on twitter last week, so I know I’m not alone in my dislike. Although I think it’s fair to say Ti had issues with the book. My issues were more with the author’s personality.