I've just finished Cheryl Strayed's Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail and, holy cow, did I love it. I was humbled, awed, shaken, absorbed, and spellbound as I traveled this journey with her. There's a section when she's with her mother's horse where I flat out balled, experiencing and imagining the torturous feelings she endured. I couldn't put the book down. She cracks open her soul and out pours confusion and self-doubt and anger and yearning; it was painful at times to bear witness to this. But it was equally satisfying to watch the internal growth that occurs during her months-long hike, to observe the understanding and letting go and acceptance that she undergoes while on this extraordinary expedition, to experience how profoundly she changes.
This was a soul-satisfying read for me.