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A review by sindri_inn_arsaeli
Wild by Cheryl Strayed
Did not finish book.
2.0
DNF- Not that I was really hating it while I read it, (mostly), I just wasn't really loving it, either. My sister, who did finish it, told me she'd been fairly unimpressed with parts that were upcoming, I had been VERY unimpressed with parts already read, and I just decided I had books I would enjoy so much more instead.
The judge-y part of me found it really difficult to connect to the author during her struggle with addiction. The drugs I could at least understand, and say, "yes, addiction, that was not good but it is a disease, too." But even though I comprehend that sex addiction is a real thing, that was somehow more unforgivable for me. So then when she took such a step towards admission, and hopefully recovery, that she changed her own last name to Strayed, that was when I really thought I would finish the book. I wanted her to improve at that point.
But I really don't think I was the target audience for this one. A trail book I really wanted to be at least half about the trail. This was very heavily self pitying at the beginning of her hike. Which makes sense, just got old. My sister said her impression was that she (the author) constantly talked about her own attractiveness to everyone she encountered, (including a sexual encounter or two,) and I was really uninterested in that. While she seemed to have made improvements battling her drug addiction, that would clearly be still indulging her sex addiction, without acknowledging the damage that addiction had caused in her life.
I have left myself open to finishing this memoir someday, hoping that the author finds more healing than I currently have hope for. But I was not engaged enough to give it the time right now. And I have definitely decided that with as much introspection as this memoir needs, I will definitely pass on the movie.
The judge-y part of me found it really difficult to connect to the author during her struggle with addiction. The drugs I could at least understand, and say, "yes, addiction, that was not good but it is a disease, too." But even though I comprehend that sex addiction is a real thing, that was somehow more unforgivable for me. So then when she took such a step towards admission, and hopefully recovery, that she changed her own last name to Strayed, that was when I really thought I would finish the book. I wanted her to improve at that point.
But I really don't think I was the target audience for this one. A trail book I really wanted to be at least half about the trail. This was very heavily self pitying at the beginning of her hike. Which makes sense, just got old. My sister said her impression was that she (the author) constantly talked about her own attractiveness to everyone she encountered, (including a sexual encounter or two,) and I was really uninterested in that. While she seemed to have made improvements battling her drug addiction, that would clearly be still indulging her sex addiction, without acknowledging the damage that addiction had caused in her life.
I have left myself open to finishing this memoir someday, hoping that the author finds more healing than I currently have hope for. But I was not engaged enough to give it the time right now. And I have definitely decided that with as much introspection as this memoir needs, I will definitely pass on the movie.