Joel’s Journal - Entry #113 - 2/21/2017
Sometimes, I stare at piles of books with a ravenous hunger.
Like a man satisfying a long craving, I’ll tear my way through two or three books in a matter of weeks. For avid readers, this may not be impressive, but with my schedule, this generally means almost every spare minute I have is spent with a book in my hands.
And after the frenzy passes, I drift back into my breezy pattern of reading before I fall asleep at night.
I’m not sure what puts me in the mood, but when those cravings strike, only pages and pages of words have any chance of satisfying it.
I’m in one of those frenzied stages right now. And when I look at my To-Read pile, it doesn’t seem daunting, hovering above my shelf like an anvil getting ready to fall, but it looks like a challenge, one I can chip away at brick by brick, or book by book in this case.
I’ve recently finished Robyn Doolittle’s Crazy Town, which as a journalist in the GTA is kind of blasphemous that I hadn’t read it sooner. At the same time, I’ve got a horror fiction novel on the go, perhaps some will recognize it from my Instagram story a few weeks back where I said it was scaring the piss out of me. A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay is defeinitely on my recommeded list for horror fans, and I’ve nearly reached the conclusion of that one.
I’ve also started another non-fiction book, because you all know I like to read one of each at the same time, this one is Jon Krakauer’s Into Thin Air. The book is Krakauer’s (a journalist and writer) experience on Mt. Everest in 1996, when he was sent there to write an article on the commercialization of climbing the world’s tallest mountain. Krakauer survived, at that time, what was the deadliest climbing disaster in Everest history, which left eight climbers dead.
The story is gripping and tragic, even when the reader knows the final outcome, but I can’t seem to put it down.
I’ve been fascinated with climbing mountains for a long time. That’s not saying that I’ve always wanted to climb, I’ve never done anything like that, though I wouldn’t turn down such an adventure, but the act of climbing a mountain has always fascinated me.
People always compare a seemingly impossible feat to climbing Mt. Everest. “Writing a novel, that’s my Everest,” for example.
Now, as I said, I’ve never climbed a mountain in my entire life, the extent of my mountaineering being walking around the foothills of the Rockies, but I feel like there are so many lessons to be learned from the sport. There’s been so many times I’ve put this book down in my lap, my brain racing with excitement and thoughts of how the determination, drive and shear acts of will are an inspiration not only for climbers, but anyone wishing to accomplish anything in their life. As tragic as the story is, that’s no less reason to pull lessons from it.
If you haven’t read this book, I seriously recommend you do.
And at the same time make sure you keep doing what you love and doing it well.
Thanks for reading,