A review by harrietj
A Line Above the Sky by Helen Mort

3.5

I felt like an interloper reading this book. I've never climbed mountains and I've never had children. I've never seen the appeal of hammering metal into a mountainside simply to haul myself up it; it's the antithesis of everything I hold close in my relationship with nature. I've never felt the madness of growing someone inside myself only to have to let them go. But I do love to be outside, and to smell heather and bracken, and I know the tug of needing two things at once, and I liked this book a lot for the way Helen Mort explored those things.

It was a little all over the place, and not entirely what I expected, but this book did hit well.