To be honest, Wild didn’t seem like a book I would enjoy and I was partly right. I finally relented because someone gave this to me and I knew I would eventually see the movie adaptation starting Reese Witherspoon. I define myself as an indoor girl, and would never consider hiking the Pacific Crest Trail as Cheryl Strayed did, but I enjoyed her wry and witty narration that described her own hiking inexperience. I also found humor in the comments of everyone she encountered at the size and weight of her pack. I liked the first part of the book where she discussed the events in her life that prompted her to take a three month solo journey trough the wilderness. Her drug abuse was discussed, but wasn’t a huge focus and I didn’t mind it the way other readers seemed to. The middle of the book dragged a little for me when her story became all about hiking all the time. The people she met along the trail were marginally interesting but I wasn’t overly excited to see what happened next. The book was well written, and there wasn’t anything wrong with it, it just didn’t hold my interest. I kept picking this up then putting it down, until I left it on the bookshelf.