I will admit that this blog is mainly for me. I love to read but have a terrible memory for the fine details of what I have read. I wish I could pull a quote out of my head when I need it. Instead, I will blog them. Maybe you will be inspired to pick up one of the books I include in my blog.
Showing posts with label Cheryl Strayed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheryl Strayed. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Wild by Cheryl Strayed

This book made a great book club read and it was a lot more thought provoking than I thought after immediately finishing it. The more I thought about it, the more layers I saw. It made for great discussion. But only a few quotes really stood out, which is not a bad thing. Sometimes it takes only one to make a book. Here are the standouts for me:

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. Insisting on this story was a form of mind control, but for the most part, it worked. p.51

Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was. p. 119

"I don't know what's right," I said, though I did. I knew exactly what I had to do. It was what I'd had to do so many times now: choose the best of two horrible things. page 160

I couldn't make them understand why I'd had to smash things up. But you seemed so happy was all they could say. And it was true: we had seemed that way. Just as I'd seemed to be doing okay after my mom died. Grief doesn't have a face. p.212

     There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take a course.   ....He [stepfather] hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered. p.304