what i’m supposed to be getting out of this memoir: a deep appreciation for the beauty & fragility of the wild world, told through the eyes of a sensitive & keen observer, à la a 21-st century Sand County Almanac
what i’m actually getting out of this memoir: wait, can we hear more about the author’s older brother??? he sounds like exactly the kind of brilliant asshole i would’ve hooked up with after some concert during The Messy Part of my postcollege years??? am i supposed to think someone is hot just based on an eight-page description in someone’s memoir? because like. that just happened. that is where my head is at










