I enjoy the occasional travel book, and a book about a woman walking clear around the world seemed like the ultimate travelogue experience. And it's clear Polly is a determined woman who walked for a good cause. I did enjoy reading about her experiences... but her experience suffered from unfortunate timing, which leads to her book being a lot more America-centric than I hoped for.
Polly had always wanted to travel around the world... so one day she left her home in Colorado and set out to become the first woman to walk around the world. Accompanied only by a heavy-duty supply buggy she affectionately named Bob, she made her way to the California coast, and from there through New Zealand, Australia, then up through Southeast Asia and further. And when she found herself far from home in the wake of the September 11th attacks, she learned far more about the rest of the world's attitudes towards America than she thought possible... and encountered hilarity, exhaustion, tears, confusion, and heartwarming moments and unlikely friends along the way.
For the most part I enjoyed Polly's journey. Her mission to raise awareness about breast cancer via her worldwide walk was a noble cause, and the various cultures and people she encountered were fascinating. She isn't afraid to poke fun at herself and to show her appreciation for (and bafflement by) the quirks of other countries and their people.
However, I did feel that some of the humor in this book came at the expense of these other countries and cultures, and that she had very few kind things to say about some of them. (India in particular gets dumped on in this regard.) And while I understand that American patriotism reached a fever pitch in the wake of September 11th -- and that patriotism wasn't associated with far-right extremism back in the 2000s -- it still felt weird and rather arrogant that she heaped praise on America while mocking most of the other countries she passed through (except, of course, for the English-speaking countries she passed through, like Australia and Great Britain). It felt a little xenophobic to me.
While Polly's achievement is certainly worthy to be celebrated, her book got a little uncomfortable to read at points. Which is a shame, because her journey WAS fascinating... just uncomfortably related.