First off, many, many thanks to National Geographic for sending me a complimentary copy of this book as part of the First Reads/Goodreads Giveaway program.
I'm very torn about rating and reviewing this book.
Mireya Mayor is an astonishing, inspirational woman who has done some amazing things in her adventures around the globe. She's a Fulbright scholar, she's a National Science Foundation Fellow, she has a Ph.D. from Stony Brook, she discovered a new species of mouse lemur and she even worked with the government in Madagascar to create a National Park to protect the mouse lemur's habitat. Impressive.
As a result of her credentials and her enthusiasm, there's a pretty good (and important) story in this book. This, I suspect, is why Jane Goodall wrote the forward.
But. As a reader, to hear Mayor's story, you've got to be prepared to machete your way through some pretty bad writing and a lot of reminders that yes, Mireya Mayor used to be an NFL cheerleader for the Miami Dolphins. Yes, she really likes manicures, and designer labels, and has really good taste in clothing. Yep. Okay. Got it.
I swear at times while reading this book, I could almost smell a marketing-oriented ghostwriter. Or maybe an editor who went way too far in messing with the voice. Because seriously, did she really, only shortly after surviving a near-death encounter with a frayed rope, look down at her fingers and notice that she needed a manicure? ("I was scared and excited but still noticed how grimy my nails were. No question, I needed a manicure."[187]) This book is peppered with these beauty/fashionista/Cheerleader reminders and more often than not, they seem really out of place.
And then there's the fact that the narrative itself is very choppy. Here's the near-death frayed rope experience as an example:
"But then, hanging hundreds of feet in the air, I looked up and noticed that my single, fixed rope was rubbing against the edge of the rock.
The rope had frayed. So had my chances for survival.
I was still quite far from the top and my arms were giving out. I stopped to rest, feeling I could go on no longer. I was an insect trapped in a bromeliad. But I'd seen the fray in the rope, and a sudden burst of energy propelled me on. Somehow I made it back -- in what had to be record time!" (186-187)
The timing, the rhythm -- it feels all wrong to me, especially for a near-death experience. And then to read on and encounter the manicure reference a few sentences below that... argh! It is certainly frustrating to hit roadblocks like these when all you want is for the story to flow.
Because, as I mentioned, there's actually a very good story hiding behind all of these barriers. And I really admire Mayor for confronting the stereotypes and challenges and paradoxical benefits that come along with being a female scientist, especially a good-looking one. I'm very impressed with the fact that she's continued her fieldwork in the jungle after having two daughters, despite criticism. She's brave, hasn't held herself back, and is very much living out her childhood dreams -- something so few of us do. Her journey is inspirational.
And once I accepted that the writing wasn't magically going to get better and that the marketing and cheerleader references weren't going away, it wasn't a bad book. It just could have been so much better. 2.5 stars.