“If I had ever stopped to think of all the places where my body hurt, damage which made the return of perfect walking impossible, it is doubtful that I would have remained confident about finishing.”

Ffyona Campbell set records in becoming the first woman to walk around the world (across the USA, Australia, Africa and Europe), and Feet of Clay chronicles her walk across Australia.

Firstly, kudos to someone who can walk across Australia/around the world.

However. That does not an author make.

Maybe I came into this with too-high expectations, but I quickly tired of the very self-centred perspective (although, there were few other people around to focus on, other than her back-up driver/gofer/motivational dude). I know that the point of the book is to tell the story of “this is how hard it is to walk this far”, but the constant suffering and inwards perspective irritated me.

One for misery memoir fans? ( )

Interesting book, enjoyed reading about the challenges she faced on foot. Personally I prefer crossing the Nullarbor in the comfort of the Indian Pacific