I bought this book fairly randomly, not knowing Craig Childs or his writing. I was startled by how well he wrote—I thought I'd picked up a quasi-history book. As I read, I was more and more taken with it. I really liked the book's structure, which meshed personal essay and historical analysis, lyrical and factual. I particularly appreciated the knowledge he gained from physically entering the world, recreating (to the best of his ability) what someone thousands of years ago might have experienced. I missed Alaska when we went to Florida, missed Florida when we went out West, loved landscapes that are not in my personal repertoire to love. More experienced Craig Childs readers might say, yeah, we know all that. But I did not, and the book was a jewel of a discovery for me.