It has me in its grip

I'm not much of a reader. I mean, I read the paper everyday, and have two magazine subscriptions that I faithfully read (Prevention and Oprah), but they hardly count. When it comes to books, I tend to either get bored within the first 20 pages and give up, or get completely enthralled to the point where the book is all I think about. I've even been known to have dreams that take place in the scenes of the books I'm reading. And during my Bronte phase, I had to be careful not to speak in polite olde English, like Jane Eyre.

So what am I reading now? Into Thin Air, the personal account of the 1996 Mount Everest climbing disaster, by Jon Krakauer. It's astonishingly well written, and gripping from the introduction. There are many hairy and unnerving tangential anecdotes scattered throughout the actual Everest story, about all the different people on the mountain with Krakauer. Many of them semi-famous climbers with colorful pasts. Others are Sherpas who have made distinct reputations for themselves for one reason or another. I'm enjoying these detours almost as much as the actual story itself.

I'm currently on page 117, of 333 and I'm already sad thinking of finishing it.