On the surface, Victorian Englishwoman Mary Kingsley was an unlikely choice for intrepid explorer. The spinster daughter of a wealthy British nobleman who dedicated almost fifteen years of her life to nursing first her invalid mother and then her father, Mary's life was trapped by duty and honoring her parental bond. But when her parents died within months of each other, 29-year old Mary was faced with the task of shaping her own destiny. Her flamboyant, careless father George Kingsley had imbued Mary with a passion for travel and adventure through his occasional letters home to Mary and her sickly mother who suffered from the common complaints of upperclass Victorian women: inexplicable headaches, neuralgia and fainting spells that would always worsen if Mary attempted to escape the family homestead. Inspired by her father, Mary set out to explore West Africa. Dressed in a white cotton blouse and a long black woolen skirt, Mary ran the treacherous rapids of the Ogooue River; fell into a twenty-foot elephant trap studded with spikes, walked unarmed into Fang villages and unflinchingly confronted hostile native chiefs. Through it all, Mary retained a quintessential British attitude of cheerful competence in the face of danger. When a loose bag with a suspicious smell yielded human body parts in the camp of a tribe of cannibals, Mary matter-of-factly took an inventory of everything before returning everything to their containers. She spent almost a year forging through jungles, observing natives before returning to England to write about her adventures. Kingsley's two books, "Travels in West Africa" and "West African Studies" became best sellers. She became a sensation on the lecture circuit, bringing her exciting stories and her dry wit to many venues. But back in England, Mary was plagued by illness, headaches, colds and neuralgia like her mother. Her younger brother expected Mary to become his housekeeper and nurse as she had done for her mother and father. But Mary had fallen in love --- with a country that claimed her soul and filled her waking hours with yearning to return. Frank has written an excellent biography that draws the most exciting, telling parts of Kingsley's books but also fills in what Mary preferred to leave out: the wild, alluring heart of a continent.