Kevin and I watched 127 Hours earlier this year, around the time of the Oscars, since it was an Academy Award nominated film.
I really liked the movie, but I felt like there was more to the story...and I wanted to know what it was. The movie was really well done, and it gave a good idea of what went on down in Bluejohn Canyon when Aron Ralston was trapped for 127 Hours. However, I wanted to know more of what he was thinking when he was down there. So, I figured that I should read his book.
I just finished the book. I had to wait forever to get it. And it was a hard read at the beginning. In fact, if I hadn't seen the movie first, I probably would have set the book aside. There is a lot of back story woven into the beginning that describe his previous climbing adventures. While I understand that these stories provide a clearer picture of his attitude towards life...and the journey that led him to his entrapment, they were hard stories to read because I have no experience at all in mountain climbing or telemark skiing or extreme hiking. (Do you like how I used the term telemark skiing there? I still don't know what it means. And I don't intend to look it up, either.) But the book satisfied all my lingering curiosity generated by the movie, and I am happy to have read it.
What does it say about me, though, that this is one of the few books that I have actually finished since I read Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors earlier this winter after catching a bit of a television special about it?
Oh, and by the way, Alive was a great read, too. It satisfied all my lingering curiosity on this story.
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