I've walked the Camino three times and would have loved to be reminded of the places, the path, the history I remember. The book cries out for more detail and description — and a huge edit. There is little detail of The Way itself or the towns, villages, churches etc. The writer mentions the name of each town she stops at in the chapter headings, but there is almost no descriptive feature of the place. It could be Groundhog Day, the same food, the same routine of dumping her bags, sleeping, washing, eating. Almost every chapter begins in the same way — get up, click heels, talk about the yellow-brick road, sing lines from The Wizard of Oz, say a prayer (do we really have to read every word of it?). There is a lot of navel-gazing and the whole thing is rather narcissistic.
I became bored and frustrated by the repititious depictions of wake, eat, moan, walk, moan, get in late, moan, eat, moan, sleep. Every day was the same for Sonia, how she eats the same foods, the endless bocadillas or egg sandwiches and coffee or Coke. She never tries anything new; she sticks to her Powerbars (88 of them!). The endless moans about her feet, her shoes, the silly reference to 'Cheater' and 'Pilgrim' ...
She says repeatedly that she's changed, let go of past stuff, but she doesn't say HOW she did this. She just wakes up after a hard day of walking and declares she's healed from whatever was bothering her. The book could do with a good edit. Repeats of 'so', 'lovely', 'gorgeous', 'beautiful' etc became tiresome. Overdone adjectives and adverbs and a lack of writing imagination weakens the account.
Everyone on a pilgrimage reflects on their life, their relationships, how they are in the world. If only this pilgrim had risked more, had left behind her large bags of comforts — her 80+ energy bars, the four pairs of footwear, and extra clothes etc (Spain has shops so she didn't need to take TWO bags of comforts). If only she’d tried staying in the Refugios, or letting go of her safety-blankets, she may have found herself in, as well as on, a different way. But she held onto what is known and safe, her umbilical cords, her material comforts. She kept largely to herself, isolating herself in a cocoon of comfort and the known. It's a pity — she should go again; and this time really trust life and The Way.