Have you ever read a book that climbs into your brain and refuses to leave?
Last year, I picked up a copy of Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer for 50 cents at a used bookstore. I had read Into the Wild a few years before and really enjoyed it, so I was excited to give this one a try. More than a year later, I finally opened it up…and finished it within 48 hours. Once I got about 10 pages in, despite knowing how it ended, I could. not. stop. reading.
Even now, weeks later, it’s still on my mind. This book just…destroyed me. I’ve read plenty of books that made me cry (looking at you, The Book Thief), but I’m talking about something different. I never cried during this book—it was less of an acute sadness, and more of a heavy weight on my soul. When I finished it, I got so quiet and somber for so long that Chris, concerned, asked me if I was going to be okay.