The blurb sells this as a celebration of female conservationists, but to me it was more of an exploration of the author finding her way back to the natural world, and herself, after her divorce, with a few cameo appearances from other “wild” women. I really wanted to enjoy this more than I did. Before I became disabled, I was a gardener and my happy place was out in nature with my hands in the soil. I was hoping that this would bring back some of the joy I lost when I could no longer work, but I actually struggled to find the “wild” side of the majority of the book.
I did love the stories from the other women she met with - particularly the rewilding project in South Africa - there just wasnt enough of them and the ones we did get were not long enough. It has encouraged me to go and research some of these projects for myself though.
One thing in particular that really grated on me about this book is the discussions around gender. It all comes across as a bit fatalistic, that women will only ever be a certain thing because thats what we have been told to be, we have to fit into this predetermined box, where this could have been more of a celebration of the featured womens achievements.
I also found the book to be quite disjointed, it seemed to almost skip from one thought to another without anything tying it together between chapters, and even though it was divided into seasons as parts, this didn’t actually bring any cohesion to it at all.
It is extremely well written and parts of it were very interesting. I think for the right person this could be an amazing book, but that person isnt me and I just didn’t gel with the authors style at all.