Into the Wild carried me through most of the summer in terms of reading material as well as brain food. Maybe it took me so long to read because of Krauker's style, heavily nonfiction with arduous descriptions, but I think it mostly took so long because I felt the subject material literally weighing me down on more than one occasion. I was attracted to reading Into the Wild because I was feeling claustrophobic in my newfound suburban, 9-5 life, but it gave me the painful urge to take off and run away. The realization that I couldn't survive a week living on the road and in nature, let alone two years like Chris McCandless did, only made it worse. This was a great book, but I'm not sure it would have been as meaningful to me had I read it at another point in my life.
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