This was a “road trip listen” during our 47-hour drive around the country, and I realized that I have read/listened to enough Appalachian Trail books. They are all, basically, the same: food fantasies, crying/discouragement with bad weather, wrestling with wanting to quit, finding surprising strength that you didn’t know you had, and gutting out a finish. In this one, the author was also trying to get a Fastest Known Time, or FKT. The book was written well-enough, and I will say that the author did a good job of getting the reader inside her head. It’s just that inside this particular writer’s head is not a very interesting place for me to be. It’s full of stress, worry, self-doubt, and other unpleasant things. It reminds me too much of being inside my own head at endurance races. Why would anyone want to hang out there? I don’t, and therefore, no more AT books for me unless they promise something really unusual. (Like a thru-hiker with a sense of humor, for example.)