Where she has home and family, I have none. The mountains I come from made me, like the Island and its history made Amy Liptrot, yet where she finds comfort I find memories that haunt me.
The far north where I come from, you don’t even run into animals at times, it’s very Stark like, to be honest. Like Amy Liptrot, I come from a very disconnected area where for miles you may not run into a living soul. Reading this book wasn’t difficult because it was too personal or too honest, but because I felt a wave of jealousy and rage towards the author, one that is not rational, but one that is very strong.įor many years I have struggled with depression and alcoholism and for many years I’ve failed to find my safe space and place. There were so many reasons for me to put this book aside, yet it is written so beautifully, with raw and unapologetic honesty that I simply could not handle, as painful as it was to admit my own failure. „I‘m back under these decaying clouds and deep skies, living among the elements that made me“, writes Amy Liptrot in her autobiographical book “ The Outrun”.
This is not really a review but more of a very personal look back at reading a brilliant little book called “The Outrun”.
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