Half Gone, All In

What I learned about self-worth and survival when every part of me was playing a dangerous game with fatality.

I have long been a devoted reader of Elizabeth Gilbert—drawn first to her luminous quest in Eat, Pray, Love, and always curious how she would map the unseen territories of the soul through prose and pilgrimage. So when I picked up All the Way to the River, I knew I was in for something deeper than adventure—it was a reclamation of self, of love, of reck…