Krakauer has been on my must-get-to-authors list for some time. I fully expected to love this, since I do enjoy nonfiction and Krakauer is often celebrated.
Unfortunately, as riveting as it was, I felt conflicted and uncomfortable listening to this. I felt like I was spying. I didn’t understand why he would hate his parents so much and cut himself off from his family. If personality types are on a scale, he and I would have been on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Not that I can’t admire his can-do ambitious spirit to live life his way.
It was all just sad.
Three slices of berry pie.
I am very glad to have read it. But I can’t say I enjoyed it.