This book was on a book list of recommended reading in my Ancient Goddess Cultures and Religions class in college. As a dog person I liked the picture on the front, had read through the table of contents and a few friends of mine have raved about the book. Recently I saw it in a used bookstore for real cheap and snatched it up.
I’d been bitter about how some have assumed all knowledge and authority over a woman’s waking up process and how it seemed that this ethereal prowess were limited to those less HSP and less introverted. Perhaps these people just got carried away because the wording is a tad bit extreme at times, but then I suppose exaggeration is the edge of the storyteller in general. I’m only in through half of the first chapter, but the storyteller’s words stick in the mind as the Celts would say like burrs. I think about the book often, have read parts of it that would apply to men to my boyfriend and repeat a few stories that I remember. It’s allure has had me dedicated and I think through instinctively realizing my own individual relationship to Wild Woman.
