I have a mild obsession with Mt. Everest stories. I'm simultaneously intrigued and appalled at the lengths that people will go to, the risks they will take, to climb that mountain. I read Krakauer's book a few years ago and it still haunts me. At the library last week I picked up Touching My Father's Soul and started it last night. I'm only a few pages into it, but already I can tell it's going to be a winner.