Just finished this book last night. While I don't share Krakauer's obvious fascination with the subject [Chris McCandless], I admire and enjoy his writing style [this is the second book I've read by JK.] Toward the end, though, he became almost obsessed with defending McCandless' choices, down to a drawn-out investigation of the seeds he may or may not have eaten which may or may not have poisoned him.

I found the best part of the book to be Krakauer's account of his own Sisyphean attempts at the summit of Devils Thumb. He has a knack for balancing the material with the abstract without exploiting either. I'd like to read his story, as he is a more interesting [IMHO] and worthy adventurer than was McCandless.