The Electricity of Every Living Thing: A Woman’s Walk In The Wild To Find Her Way Home

The New York Times bestselling author of Wintering writes a life-affirming exploration of wild landscapes, what it means to be different and, above all, how we can all learn to make peace with our own unquiet minds . . .

In anticipation of her 38th birthday, Katherine May set out to walk the 630-mile South West Coast Path. She wanted time alone, in nature, to understand why she had stopped coping with everyday life; why motherhood had been so overwhelming and isolating; and why the world felt full of expectations she couldn't meet. She was also reeling from a chance encounter with a voice on the radio that sparked her realisation that she might be autistic.

And so begins a trek along the ruggedly beautiful but difficult path by the sea that takes readers through the alternatingly frustrating, funny, and enlightening experience of re-awakening to the world around us...

The Electricity of Every Living Thing sees Katherine come to terms with that diagnosis leading her to re-evaluate her life so far -- with a much kinder, more forgiving eye. We bear witness to a new understanding that finally allows her to be different rather than simply awkward, arrogant or unfeeling. The physical and psychological journeys of this joyous and inspiring book become inextricably entwined, and as Katherine finds her way across the untameable coast, we learn alongside her how to find our way back to our own true selves.

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Anonymous
Feb 27, 2024
10/10 stars


Every night, beach-worn, Bert curls up in bed next to me, and I often wake to find two bright eyes on me, just savouring the glee of being close. He strokes my face and whispers, 'I love you, Mummy.' and then wriggles his little body nearer, insinuating himself under my chin. And I realise, quite unexpectedly, that Bert is the only person in my life whose electricity exactly matches my own, whose touch is as native to my skin as air or water. There was a time when I couldn't bear this, when I wanted to be separate from him. That has passed. We have negotiated, between us, some kind of balance. I admire his patience with me, his willingness to adapt. But then I admire, too, my own adaptations. I begin to believe that I'm not so terrible after all.


THIS. This is what I'll remember this book by, with tears in my eyes. I can't ignore all the walking, the struggle with it, all the paths and maps, I loved all of it. But this. This paragraph. A woman finding it hard to establish a connection with her baby boy. Finding touch to be a tickling, burning or shuddering thing, unbearable if not used to the person, loving Bert but not in the way other women love their babies, grieving when he and her husband find it hard to accept her and need time away form her and her still finding her way to them and making them love her for who she is. I did not find many experiences of hers foreign to me, I understood so much of her struggles and her thinking. I won't ask myself a lot of questions though, for now I am just happy with books like this as an inspiration for my own life and my own ways of coping. I hope I find people around me as accepting as her husband and find the peace she managed to attain at last.


Katherine May, I am forever grateful to you for writing this astonishing book, I loved it!

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