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2020: tl;dr I like Doyle but I did not like this book.
This memoir covers A LOT of ground. I personally thought that it was ill-balanced; there was simply too much time and growth attempted to be covered. It felt disjointed, and overall underdeveloped, and all of a sudden I was reading about her daughter making the travel soccer team. I have not yet read Love Warrior, so perhaps I would have felt better prepared for this story if I had already read the groundwork for this book. After reading another review of Untamed, I agree wholeheartedly that it felt like a "collection of blog posts, rather than a cohesive book".
I admire her vulnerability and her courage in being so open with her story. I am super happy for her and proud of who she has become. But I do not feel that the takeaways she has learned from her life experience are applicable to everyone, and I do not think this memoir benefited from the "self-help" spin Doyle tries to place on her own story.
I loved the Liz Gilbert cameo and, of course, all of the Abby stories. But is the takeaway here that I should wait until I have the "Abby's aura striking me in the heart moment" before I can say that I'm in love? Don't get me wrong, I am cheering for them, and hope they survive forever. But this book couldn't decide if it was a story of their love together, or a self-help book for those looking to "detoxify from patriarchy", and it suffered because it tried to do both (and failed a little).
This memoir covers A LOT of ground. I personally thought that it was ill-balanced; there was simply too much time and growth attempted to be covered. It felt disjointed, and overall underdeveloped, and all of a sudden I was reading about her daughter making the travel soccer team. I have not yet read Love Warrior, so perhaps I would have felt better prepared for this story if I had already read the groundwork for this book. After reading another review of Untamed, I agree wholeheartedly that it felt like a "collection of blog posts, rather than a cohesive book".
I admire her vulnerability and her courage in being so open with her story. I am super happy for her and proud of who she has become. But I do not feel that the takeaways she has learned from her life experience are applicable to everyone, and I do not think this memoir benefited from the "self-help" spin Doyle tries to place on her own story.
I loved the Liz Gilbert cameo and, of course, all of the Abby stories. But is the takeaway here that I should wait until I have the "Abby's aura striking me in the heart moment" before I can say that I'm in love? Don't get me wrong, I am cheering for them, and hope they survive forever. But this book couldn't decide if it was a story of their love together, or a self-help book for those looking to "detoxify from patriarchy", and it suffered because it tried to do both (and failed a little).