I like the idea of everyone or everything being separated by six degrees or less (although Kevin Bacon is what I think of when I hear the phrase…), and though it’s been a while since I joined in this meme created by Annabel Smith and Emma Chapman, I’m happy to be back with Wild by Cheryl Strayed.
This time around I managed to get from west coast hiking memoir to eerie literary fiction is six easy steps. From Wilco to cover art to classics, see how I went from Wild to All the Birds, Singing.
Step Two: Moving from Black Moon’s perfectly adequate black and white cover to The Supernatural Enhancements gorgeously designed black and white cover.
Step Four: Not one, but two orphaned women who take a job of governess in a house marred by tragedy.
Step Five: Because people just cannot leave the classics alone. You cannot best Jane Eyre, but The Flight of Gemma Hardy gave an admirable effort.
Step Six: Where as Gemma finds herself on the remote Orkney Islands, Jake finds herself on a remote British Island in All the Birds, Singing. They’re practically literary neighbors.
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