It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough , it is your God-given right to have it.
I try not to watch a movie before I read the book it was based on, and then I usually find that I have no desire to see the movie. Not so with this book. I must see the movie.
After finding out that this book was actually a biography written by someone who never even knew the main character, I didn’t expect to like this as much as I did. For some reason I thought it might be dry and boring. I think somewhere along the way I had started thinking this was a book based on the boy’s journals, and in some ways it was, but not really.
What’s interesting to me is that the book sort of made me want to travel alone in the wilderness — sort of. Okay, not really, but I wish I was the kind of person who wanted to travel alone into the Alaskan bush. In my mind, I’m that kind of person. In fact, I would climb Devil’s Thumb in one day — in my mind of course.
More than anything, this book did make me want to read Krakauer’s other books. I’ve heard tons of good things about his writing, but resisted reading any of his work until now. I have to admit, though, his picture at the back of the novel kind of scared me a little — he looks a little, how should I say this, wack jobbish?
I don’t like it when a book includes a picture of the author. It’s akin to watching an interview of a famous movie star for me — if they act weird or look weird, it usually turns me off from their work. You’d have to be a little wack jobbish to go climbing Devil’s Thumb by yourself though. That’s a given.