In Wild, Strayed has this way of writing that is all at once sharp, witty, heartbreaking, and piercingly beautiful—that touches you at your very core. Would a film be able to capture this in any satisfying way?
So the question arises – what is it about books like this that make us want to strap on our boots and find ourselves? Is it the desire to not only survive the way our ancestors did but gain considerable self-awareness after completing a similar journey? Is it an innate longing to get out of the day-to-day and do something we can talk about for the rest of our lives? Or is it just the simple idea of being completely enveloped in the alluring wild without protection of the modern world?