Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road by Neil Peart
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I read this in 2003 when it first came out in 2003 and decided to read it again after Neil Peart's death in January of 2020. It's hard to read something and not relate it your own life. I've been a Rush fan most of my life and seeing Rush on their Test for Echo in summer of 1997 marked the start of a new part of my life as I took my last final, graduated from college saw Rush live and started a new job all in a span of four days. Right after that tour, Neil's life changed forever in a much more dramatic way than my life had as his daughter died in a car accident on her way to college and his wife died of cancer within a 10 month span. Thus, starts the ride of the Ghost Rider across Canada, up to Alaska, back through the US and south through Mexico and Belize, in an effort to keep moving, to try to make some meaning out of what happened. There's some hard feelings in this book as Neil fights through his grief, weaving in descriptions of his rides, the scenery around him what he is feeling, and letters he writes, including to his close friend Brutus, who get send to prison early in Neal's travels. What does the Ghost Rider and the other parts of his baby soul find along the way and when does the travel end? Well, I don't want to give away the ending. A must read for any Rush fan, a great read for anyone interested in one person's battle through grief.
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