The Turquoise Ledge: A Memoir

I really really really love this book.
Through this book I've been given a new way to percieve snakes, instead of purely seeing them as venomous and frightening, Leslie describes the snakes that live around her house as individuals, and respects them as such.
I'm also enjoying her descriptions of landscape and clouds, the weather having it's own aliveness. Is it pantheism?
I'm really getting a strong feeling of her connection to her landscape and the other animals inhabiting it, which I'm missing in my life.
I'm getting a lot out of reading these memoirs, and I think I'll probably keep reading it continuously when I've finished it.

This was not my kinda book. I listened to about two thirds of it and then rejected it because it was just repetitive and unbelievable. the publisher says "...becomes a moving and deeply personal contemplation of the enormous spiritual power of the natural world..." She had me at multiple snakes on the property, but then when she began to converse with bees and two dogs with pet mouse and a talking one legged parrot, I just lost confidence with credibility and more of the book. When she complained to the county about disturbing the rocks, I thought that they must think her nutty. DNF.