I found this copy of Jack London's memoir in a box full of my dad's old books. It's a paperback he must have picked up as an 18 year old, hitchhiking through Western Europe, and it's lovably beaten and worn. In the spirit of Jack London, Chris McCandless, and My Dad, I read it as I set out on some short trips within Europe (not hitchhiking, though), and I have to say, it's a great read. The copy of this book is in German, so I am hoping to drop it off the next time I am in Germany -- it breaks my heart a little bit to let it go, so I really hope someone picks it up, reads it, and sends it on!