So I just read Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild, which I had been meaning to do for sometime now based on Dylan’s recommendation. The movie is coming out very soon, if it hasn’t already, so I finally got my butt into gear last weekend. Even I read it over a weekend, which first indicated to me that it’s just a really short book. Upon further investigation, however, I found that it’s not that short, and I remembered the countless times I was reading and thought “Damn, I really should hit the head” or what have you, but couldn’t tear myself away.
If you’re into Tolstoy, hitchhiking, porcupines, father/son conflict, lounge pianists, poorly smoked moose meat, yellow Datsun cars, Thoreau, ice climbing, or rice, I highly recommend it.