There were so many aspects to this book that I didn't enjoy reading. Personally, reading memoirs is kind of a challenge for me; at some point they all begin to feel a bit too self-indulgent for my taste. This is a book that has lived on my TBR for years. I finally found it through e-books (Freading) and decided to go for it to meet the goals of my book club challenge, "Australia." However, I didn't like the style of writing. You could feel the tension and confusion that Davidson describes in a very real way and it is easy to understand that two years after such an ordeal, the memories were not straight forward. There were so many analogies!! And, a bit too much repetition of language choice. If you do decide to read this book, I recommend reading the P.S. at the end, written by Davidson in 2012. First of all, she has obviously grown as a writer in the years between the two writings. Secondly, the P.S. pulls the work together in a way that was not done in the original piece. Perspective, I suppose. Maybe she should have waited to write about it until now...than it would have been a more enjoyable read. I felt like I was readings someone's notes from their diary. It took me way too long to read this book and I wanted to leave it for good dozens of times.
If you do decide to read this book, I recommend reading the P.S. at the end, written by Davidson in 2012. First of all, she has obviously grown as a writer in the years between the two writings. Secondly, the P.S. pulls the work together in a way that was not done in the original piece. Perspective, I suppose. Maybe she should have waited to write about it until now...than it would have been a more enjoyable read. I felt like I was readings someone's notes from their diary. It took me way too long to read this book and I wanted to leave it for good dozens of times.