I love Jane Goodall, but this wasn't quite as powerful as I expected it to be. It was interesting reading about spiritual views from a scientist, and I loved her detailed descriptions of her time in Gombe with the chimpanzees. Goodall really has experienced a lot of sadness and horror in her life and it was inspiring to see how she always managed to turn back to faith. But a lot of the book was just too preachy for me and (do I dare say this? Yes, I dare) too Christian. I guess when I picked up the book I expected almost a Native American type of spiritual view of the world rather than the same sort of Christian ideas that have been pounded in me since birth (though Goodall does learn to find God in nature more than anywhere else). Still, I found myself much more absorbed in her tales of Africa and sighing in frustration whenever she came to one of her long religious tangents. Also, the book felt very scattered and unfocused to me. But in the end, I still love Jane Goodall. I love what she has done for the earth, for nature and for animals, and this book really did make me love her even more.