Apparently my reading preferences were bipolar today because I went from a lighthearted romance novel to a deeply dark non-fiction tale of an ill-fated trip up Mount Everest.
Into Thin Air is the accounting of Jon Krakauer and several others (I mean SEVERAL — he speaks of at least 6 different climbing ventures throughout the course of the novel, each with up to 12 people making the attempt) risking life and limb to summit Everest’s Peak on May 10th, 1996.
Of the 13 in Jon’s group that left Base Camp Everest, nearly all of them perished in their task. After all, reaching the top wasn’t the hard part — it was getting down that provided the struggle.
Not in a long time have I been gripped so tightly in a book to the exclusion of all other things. I emerged from the story at 12:36am only to realize that, to my shock, it was 12:36am. I was hungry. My wrists, shoulders, and elbow were sore from holding the book. And immediately, I wanted to share.
If this is not a book that must be read, it is a story that should be told. There’s a movie about it. Books aren’t your thing? Watch it.
I wish this were a story that were taught in schools. Instead of learning about the wars year after year, teachers should have the luxury of talking about recent history as well. Tragedies like this shouldn’t be lost to history or sentenced to only be taught when a 25 year old asks her mother for a good book to read.
My takeaway: I wish more people knew.
My other takeaway: I will NEVER climb a mountain. xD
For my next book, I feel I might need something a bit more light-hearted. Maybe a Christopher Moore book, or even one of the action/adventure/dramas that I have on hand.
Until next time.