Knowing Tori's incredible knack for detail and professionalism, I'm not surprised at the amount of description she gives to her coffin-sized, self-made boat. Some of the detail is necessary; I'm not a rower or a sailor and am given to whining during any form of minor exertion, so her explanation of the desalination process is useful. It's also not the most interesting read. What I find most interesting and painful (and interesting because it's painful) are the passages where she paddles back into her childhood, especially her relationship with brother, Lamar. I hope there is more of this inner musing to come because it creates a rich context for her powerful determination.
My only other response thus far is this: I'm a Louisvillian and we Louivillians all know each other, so I wish she had not name-dropped so much. This, I'm quite certain, was completely unselfconscious on the author's part. But other memoirs that I've read tend to mention friends by first name only, and only if they play a recurring role. Tori has full names of Louisville celebs, one after another. They are her friends. Really, all I needed to know was that: they are her friends (maybe even in the acknowledgements). See, I feel like I'm being nit-picky and worry that I'll offend.
Maybe I'll go pull Reynold's Price off the shelf.
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