The quote on the cover of my copy says it the best; this book is a love letter to the natural world. It offers a strange comfort even when facing the brutal reality of how badly overconsumption and greed has destroyed the world. It inspires heartbreak and a deep sadness, but Wall-Kimmerer points to the beginning of healing. 

I do have a few pains in this book. There is an undertone of not-quite-sexism in one aspect: women are life-bringers, but what about those who choose not to participate? Women are upheld, but it seems their value is only rooted in giving birth. Wall-Kimmerer shares her parenting experience but fails to acknowledge women who aren't parents. This bothered me a lot. 

The book drags a bit. Although I see why each chapter is included and agree with the messages, I did find myself thinking, "okey, we get it. Move on," at some points. Wall-Kimmerer gets cocky and holier-than-thou at times, disregarding the circumstances of individuals' lives and painting those not fully engrossed in her world view as sad and pathetic. 

I see how she goes too far here; it is not based on hate but an attempt to force the reader to perspective. In many ways, it works. This book gave me a new way to think about the continent I was born on; a continent with a government I dislike. A reconnection with nature may be the cure to feelings of displacement. 

Despite its issues, I hold this book in high regard. It introduced me to a lot of valuable ideas that I continue to ruminate on. I appreciate the work and recommend it to probably everyone. Maybe a love letter to nature is exactly what we all need to read.