I don’t know what’s wrong with me I can’t get into anything.
I haven’t read a book all week!
I know you’re thinking she’s insane, a week big deal.
I read everyday, I own a bookstore, reading is my life, in many ways.
I have been preoccupied.
Sometimes that coincides with the full moon,
sometimes, although I am loath to admit it, with the high hormone part of the month.
Right now, I don’t know if it’s either one. I feel petulant and childish, it’s not a great feeling.
But, enough about me I did start a book last night because I couldn’t sleep.
It’s a non-fiction book from 1946, Kingdom of Adventure: Everest.
For a long time I have had a fascination with the exploration of the Himalayas, especially, Everest.
It’s odd because I don’t have an ounce of athlete or explorer in me.
I’ve read over the years quite a few books on the subject.
One of the first was, Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer.
The particularly interesting part of Into Thin Air was the commercialisation of Everest,
it’s not about athleticism so much, as how much money you have. That is a dangerous, lethal combination.
If you are interested in a good “story” check it out.
Recently, I read Paths of Glory by Jeffrey Archer of all people.
This is a novelisation of George Leigh Mallory’s life.
The man many believe was the first to make it to the Summit Of Everest,
the story is fascinating and the “proof” is compelling.
I didn’t think Archer had it in him.
A beautiful, touching story about a type of man that no longueur exists. Fantastic.
Bonus , an oh so romantic, love story.
Well, I think I’ll go brood. No wonder I can’t get/keep a girlfriend, I’m a beast (not in a good way).