I absolutely loved this book. It opened my eyes to a whole new world. I highly recommend giving it a read. Meg Lowman tells a wonderful and engaging story while also providing readers with a fascinating insight into her vast knowledge and experience.

Meg Lowman seems like such a genuine delight of a human being with infectious enthusiasm for all things nature. She's got a gift for crafting lush descriptions of forest worlds that make me itch for my hiking shoes. I'd like nothing better than to go adventuring with her. But do I want to finish her book? Regretfully not. When you're on the third chapter and you find yourself saying again, "Hey, didn't I just read this just a few pages ago?" you feel less compelled to soldier on. I also got an impression of being given a list of science facts that might go sprawling on forever. Delightful, enthusiastically rendered facts, but facts just the same--and there are only so many facts a narrative can carry before we get irretrievably lost in the weeds. Editing, please!

I liked the first half of the book better than the second half. She repeats herself repetitively and, as a nattering nabob of negativism, I found her optimism about the efficaciousness of eco-tourism as a solution to environmental devastation somewhat annoying. I also tend to have a certain amount of difficulty giving credit to people for caring about the environment if they are frequent fliers. Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. To study forests, you need to be able to go to where there still are some and that generally involves getting on a plane, but still…