Michael Schaub, National Public Radio This isnt Cinderella in hiking boots, its a woman coming out of heartbreak, darkness and bad decisions with a clear view of where she has been. We called it up north while we were still living in the town an hour outside of Minneapolis. Oprah Winfrey, on Wild, first selection of her Book Club 2.0 One of the most original, heartbreaking and beautiful American memoirs in years. But shes not a smoker, I countered, as if I could talk him out of the diagnosis, as if cancer moved along reasonable, negotiable lines. Clumps of grass and the edges of the now-familiar bog became landmarks, guides, indecipherable to everyone but us. In early June, when I was thirteen, we moved up north for good. For six months, we went up north only on weekends, working furiously to tame a patch of the land and build a one-room tarpaper shack where the five of us could sleep.#1 New York Times Bestseller A Best Nonfiction Book of 2012: The Boston Globe, Entertainment Weekly A Best Book of the Year: NPR, St. A breathtaking adventure tale and a profound meditation on the nature of grief and survival . Waking or sleeping that summer, we were scarcely out of one anothers sight and seldom saw anyone else.Louis Dispatch, Vogue Winner of the Barnes & Noble Discover Award Now a major motion picture starring Reese Witherspoon and Laura Dern At twenty-two, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost everything. We were twenty miles away from two small towns in opposite directions: Moose Lake to the east; Mc Gregor to the northwest. We played it while planting and maintaining a garden that would sustain us through the winter in soil that had been left to its own devices throughout millennia, and while making steady progress on the con- struction of the house we were building on the other side of our property and hoped to complete by summers end.
Four years later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive decision of her life. We fought and talked and made up jokes and diversions in order to pass the time. wed ask one another over and over again, playing a game in which the person who was it had to think of someone, famous or not, and the others would guess who it was based on an infinite number of yes or no questions: Are you a man? Instead, she instructed us to slather our bodies with pennyroyal or peppermint oil.
Karen Cheryl Leif were alone with our mother againjust as wed been during the years that shed been single.
Dani Shapiro, New York Times Book Review I was on the edge of my seat. His back had healed enough that he could finally work again, and hed secured a job as a carpenter during the busy season that was too lucrative to pass up.
Eddie would continue driving up on weekends throughout the summer and then stay come fall.
Or rather, my mother, Leif, Karen, and I did, along with our two horses, our cats and our dogs, and a box of ten baby chicks my mom got for free at the feed store for buying twenty-five pounds of chicken feed.