When Cheryl Strayed was twenty-six, she found herself essentially orphaned, divorced and struggling with a potential heroin addiction. Mourning the recent death of her mother, she decided that the best cure for her crippling depression was to hike the 1,100-mile Pacific Crest Trail, a professional level mountain hiking trail that starts at the Mexican border, winds through the entire state of California and ends near Mount Hood in Oregon. Cheryl was not an experienced hiker, but through the kindness of strangers and her own iron will, she slowly and painfully became one, one blackened and lost toenail at a time. Her boots were too small, her pack too big and her knowledge of hiking limited to The Pacific Crest Trail guides, volumes 1 & 2. She quickly tired of her dehydrated meals and purified water, and began obsessively dreaming of the Snapple lemonade bottles that she could rarely afford on her limited budget stocked at each trail stop: â€œâ€¦there was both yellow and pink. They were like diamonds or pornography. I could look, but I couldnâ€™t touch.â€ Besides Snapple emergencies, there were also bears, rattlesnakes, dangerous snowy passages and a few lecherous male hikers. But Cheryl powered through, the thought of her tough, cool, loving mom always spurring her on: â€œWhere was my mother? I wondered. Iâ€™d carried her so long, staggering beneath her weight. On the other side of the river, I let myself think. And something inside me released.â€ Both humorous and incredibly touching, this soulful journey of self-discovery may be one of the best coming of age stories I have ever read. Strayedâ€™s writing is luminous and accessible–whether youâ€™re twenty-six, sixteen or sixty, you will be able to relate to some aspect of her inspiring account. I became so immersed in Cherylâ€™s story that I couldnâ€™t stop talking about it to anyone who would listenâ€”and neither will you when you get your hands on this terrific memoir from your nearest library, bookstore or e-reader.