It’s probably been roundabout a decade since I read this book (i’m updating this from goodreads, one by one bc I couldn’t figure out the export thing) — anyway! This book had a huge impact on me when I first read it, and it really oriented the trajectory of the following few years of my life. Later on I learned that Thoreau really never lived that far from civilization, and that his parents occasionally did his laundry while he was living at Walden Pond. And, of course, he possessed a level of wealth that allowed him to just F-off for a while and not work a job. All of these things really changed my perception of the book, and I might not enjoy it if I returned to it. Maybe I’ll try one day. But the fact remains that when I first read it, it was beautiful and moved me very deeply and became the spark which later built into a more mature politics and worldview. I’m grateful for where I am now, and despite everything misleading that Thoreau portrayed in this book, I may not be where I am if I hadn’t read it in my younger years.