What to say? What to say? I find myself in a bit of a connundrum. on the positive side, I think Cheryl Strayed is a fantastic writer; her adjectives alone make me grin with glee (who outside of a hematology lab even knows what "crenulated" even means?) On the other hand, I found her story simply too convenient, too perfectly "Hollywood", too unbelievable. Do I think she hiked the Pacific Crest Trail? Absolutely! Do I think it happened exactly as is written? Not a chance. As a work of fiction, I would have given this book four stars but as a memoir I am reluctant to give it higher than three.