Book 70 Completed
This was a super fast read.
And the best part is that I was kept waiting at one of my pre-natal appointments for over forty-five minutes…and there I was reading Alive. And turning to Matt and saying, “Did you know that rotten flesh tastes like cheese!” in a purposefully audible voice among other soon-to-be mothers who were reading more appropriate literature like “Parenting” magazine.
There isn’t much to say about this book…it’s non-fiction, it’s fascinating and in-depth — I wanted to know more about how the survivors handled the psychological effects of cannibalism in the long-term…but the book was published three years after the crash; so, you can’t really address that and that’s okay. While the action on the mountain kept me riveted and turning the pages, I didn’t feel pulled out of the drama when the perspective switched to the families who were searching for rugby team and the other people on the plane. It’s truly amazing that these mothers and fathers, cousins, uncles, friends, didn’t give up hope — the government called off the search and yet, fueled with their private finances and a belief that their children were still alive, they continued to look.
And the author delves into how the media handled the cannibalism when it came to light and ultimately how the men chose to address it in the media — really, really intriguing stuff.
This is an adventure book in its purest form. Between this and Into Thin Air, I’m really starting to realize how much our human bodies can and cannot handle when pushed to the brink (I believe that will be a theme in my next book too). However, this book only solidified my fear of airplanes. Oh, and it solidified my original and unpopular stance on cannibalism too. Although, I might draw the line at “human brain stew” — which was popular both with the Donner party and the Uruguayan rugby team survivors. Maybe next year’s challenge should be: “No more books about cannibalism” — I am having strange dreams as a result of all these crazy new things I’m learning…