Honestly, I know I should have enjoyed this book way more. And there were definitely parts that stood out to me and that I liked. Considering that all the other reviews so far have been positive, I almost feel like I missed something. But I got so tired of reading these essays that towards the end I was almost skimming the pages.
My suspicion is twofold. One, I was anticipating that, since this is a collection of essays written by an notable nature lover who was active in the late 1800s, his writing would be slightly less technical and slightly more poetic and, dare I say, even romantic. But Muir's narrative voice is very matter-of-fact, and although his love for nature and his respect for all flora and fauna are very clear throughout these essays, there's little overt emotional expression of his personal experience with the incredible places he explores. And maybe that's something I need as a reader to fully engage with nonfiction writing.
Two, the editor did not do this collection justice. I would have loved to get more context around what was happening in Muir's life at the time of each essay, for example, or maybe even more historical insights into the places he was visiting. A brief introduction to each essay, perhaps, would have guided and structured the reading experience more effectively.