Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

I would rather walk from Mexico to Canada barefoot on the PCT as read one more page in this book. Simply because a writer bares her innermost thoughts does not make it good memoir writing. Strayed describes a scene in the hospital with her terminally-ill mother this way: "One of the nurses was a man, and I could see the outline of his penis through his tight white nurse's trousers. I wanted desperately to pull him into the small bathroom beyond the foot of my mother's bed and offer myself to him." Well, isn't that touching? She concludes that section with this lovely analogy of his dispensation of morphine: "Sometimes he gave it to her without a word, and sometimes he told her no in a voice as soft as his penis in his pants." Seriously? Strayed begins the book's prologue with a description of tossing a hiking boot over a trailside cliff. How I wish I could stand at that cliff edge and heave this book after it where, using the only words from this book I can find remotely applicable, it might "...fall into the lush trees and out of my life."