Death Valley

Oh this is a fun book right there. It’s like Wild: a woman goes to the desert to figure some things out about her life (and in this case, her father’s probable demise), it doesn’t sound fun, it sounds bleak and depressing. But it’s fun, because our narrator is quirky and very human. She likes the certainty of the expected, she talks to cacti and stones, she gets mad for no reason and understands things a little too late. It is a delight to read.