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A review by themusical10
Feral: Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America's National Parks by Emily Pennington

1.0

What I wanted: descriptions of National Parks, stories of how the narrators experience in these Parks changed her life, how these Parks helped bring about self-realization.

What I got: "When I looked down at my genitals, I saw a tangled mess of pink skin, all puckered and bunched up like old chewing game. Unshaven for months. Swollen and slit." (Pg. 93) Seriously. This is a real quote. There are so many descriptions about sex and genitalia. This is not what I wanted in a book about National Parks.

Or, about the pandemic: "Why do I have to ruin my life for a bunch of old people with weak immune systems whom I've never met?" (Pg. 71) Some of those old people are your readers family or friends. People who died due to this global pandemic, and you're complaining about how it ruined your self-discovery journey. Not to mention how the narrator flaunted the breaking of laws and COVID regulations because: "I have to finish my trip in a year, waaaah!" Get over yourself.

Compare these to quotes about the Parks: "Rocky Mountain National Park blew by in an uncommonly happy blur of alpine cirque and sapphire lakes." (Pg. 89) That's it. That's all she uses to describe Rocky Mountain National Parks. Or, about the Badlands: "...formations that looked like crude, beige cardboard cutouts." (Pg. 100)

If you want to read a book where the narrator and descriptions want to make you gouge your own eyes out, pick this one up. Otherwise, skip it.