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“The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn't know where I was going until I got there.It was a place called the Bridge of the Gods.”

Book:Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found

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Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found

In this compelling memoir, the author recounts her experiences of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, a 2,650-mile trek from Mexico to Canada. The narrative delves into her emotional and physical challenges, as well as the profound personal growth she experiences during her journey. The book offers a vivid portrayal of the natural landscape and the human spirit, and serves as a testament to the power of perseverance and the quest for self-reinvention. more

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Cheryl Strayed

Cheryl Strayed is an American author who gained fame with her memoir 'Wild', which tells the story of her solo hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. The novel, which was later adapted into a film, has been praised for its profound personal narrative and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. Her work has been celebrated for its deep personal storytelling and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. more

“For years I feared the opening of every elevator, half-convinced that from the opened doors would come a bullet, for me, shot by a man in a tan trenchcoat. I have no idea why I feared this, expected it to happen. I even knew how I would react to this bullet coming from the elevator door, what word I would say. That word was: Finally.”

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Author:Dave Eggers

“There is no faith like the faith of a builder of homes in coastal Louisiana”

Home Builder Louisiana Coastal

Book:Zeitoun

Source: Zeitoun

“People say I talk slowly. I talk in a way sometimes called laconic. The phone rings, I answer, and people ask if they've woken me up. I lose my way in the middle of sentences, leaving people hanging for minutes. I have no control over it. I'll be talking, and will be interested in what I'm saying, but then someone-I'm convinced this what happens-someone-and I wish I knew who, because I would have words for this person-for a short time, borrows my head. Like a battery is borrowed from a calculator to power a remote control, someone, always, is borrowing my head.”