This book honestly surprised me with how much I cared. I'm not big on learning that much about explorers or nature or anything this book was really about. Everest isn't a topic I'm particularly interested in, but Jon Krakauer made me interested. This was as utterly heartbreaking as a fictional book. I thought his writing and storytelling was amazing, and the way he explained everything was very well done. I know nothing about climbing, but he did a great job of describing everything simply so I could follow along.

I had wanted to read this because Krakauer is one of those nonfiction writers everyone recommends (and I had already enjoyed one of his other books), but I really wasn't expecting to love this as much as I did. It left me disappointed that I haven't got any of his other books on my shelves to pick up.