I admire Steph Davis for her climbing, diet, and ability to express the inexorable draw one can experience toward the outdoors. The book is not as much about her personal relationships as I thought it might be given the subtitle “A climber’s guide to love and gravity”. She quotes some of the same Rumi poems that moved me most about love in its most ethereal, word-resistant forms, though. She keeps the specifics private, and that’s fine. When it comes to her affairs with the outdoors, she reveals more than enough. I felt more kindred-spirit fellowship than breakthrough insights reading this, but it inspires me to keep at my pursuits and keep reading her blog High Places. I’ll probably read the book again too.