I’ve been reading a lot of memoirs lately. I didn’t set out to do so, but it seems that after reading this book I wanted to maintain that feeling of having a glimpse into a writer’s life.
Memoir is such a challenging genre. A little too much information can leave me feeling a bit uncomfortable with the writer’s “over-shares.” Too little detail and I wonder why they bothered. Still, a memoir is always a good reminder that we humans are complicated and wondrous critters.
How about “Wild”? What did you think?
I look forward to our discussion!