This past weekend I went camping in Skokomish Valley, Washington, and I was blown away by the beauty of the wildflowers peaking up through the brush. I couldn’t believe how varied they were in type, let alone the saturation of their purple and gold petals.
I kept thinking of Ann Patchett’s novel, State of Wonder, as I hiked along old hunting roads in the heat, surrounded by vibrant flora. Now, I know what you’re thinking: that book is set in South America, in the sweltering Amazonian forest. And the main character is hardly enjoying herself as she stumbles into a world of traditional medicine and company secrets.
But it’s not about the plot here, my friends. It’s about the way the book feels. It’s about the intensity of the imagery and the delicacy of the details in Patchett’s book. It all came back to me as I enjoyed the view of tree-covered mountains in front of me. Continue reading