I recently read Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I liked it. It's the story of how a girl in the 90's decides to quit doing drugs and do a really long walk across deserts and mountains to absolve herself of her demons, or something. The story itself was fine, but now Cheryl Strayed is either my hero or my arch nemesis. I can't decide which. Because this book came out in like, 2012. And the journey took place in 1995. Which means that either she has a really great memory, made the whole thing up, or kept a really detailed journal.
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