All I knew getting into this book was: 
 a. She hiked along the West Coast all alone ("this bitch is cray," I thought, punching the title in my local library's online catalogue) 
 b. she knew absolutely nothing about what she was doing ("hella cray," I mused, entering my library barcode and selecting my nearest branch from which to pick it up) 
 c. it's about a lengthy backpacking adventure ("fucking A," I said out loud, having recently become obsessed with sleeping outside, foraging for edibles that don't give me diarrhea, and all the other things that backpacking entails) 
 Cheryl Strayed (view spoiler)[delivered... and then some. I feel like I was invited to have coffee with this sort of intriguing person who then spilled their guts to me. And I really liked it. 
 1. I feel wholly more prepared for just preparing for future sleeping-in-the-woods journeys just by reading this. 
 2. Strayed's writing is both simple and complex. It reads easy enough (after Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts, I needed this), but her thoughts aren't simple. What she says is not stupid or breezy. 
 Thoroughly enjoyed the other written works woven into Wild. I even intend to read some of them! 
 Miigwech, Cheryl Strayed, for sharing your story with us. (hide spoiler)]