Oprah tells me to read a book and I read it. It doesn’t get more simple than that. Aaaaaaactually, that’s not what happened.
I’d heard good things about this, considered reading it, and then I heard Oprah had recommended it. At that point I had decided to definitely never read it, as I cannot imagine enjoying many of the same things that Oprah enjoys. No offense to Oprah, as she controls most of the wealth on the planet, and seems like a very nice person.
My plans changed when I walked in the library a few weeks ago and the book was sitting at the checkout counter. It was a “Lucky Day” book. The library was saying, “Here’s a bestseller that would take months to get if you reserved it, but it’s your lucky day today. Take the book, [library patron’s name]!”
So I did. I checked it out. But not for me. I got it for the kind, beautiful woman back at the house. She ended up not reading it. I guess my book choice was a little too WILD for her to handle. You know, like the book!
And so it sat on my nightstand unread for weeks. Then I realized I had nothing new to read.
I picked it up.
And so I read about this young lady’s journey and enjoyed it for the most part. I wasn’t too entertained by the descriptions of the trail, but I guess when you’re writing about hiking on a trail, you have to describe it. Over and over and over again. Those parts were boring. When she was learning about herself and interacting with others and making awful, atrocious mistakes, it was interesting.
When I got to the end, I was happy to have finished it, and for the most part enjoyed the second half. Maybe Oprah was on to something when she selected this book for her book club. Maybe I would enjoy other things Oprah recommends.
I’m never going to read it.