A woman of a certain age who has three cats underfoot, and has the dream of filling her passport with stamps. Books, classical music, tea, cats, movies, art, fancy needlework, and anything else I can think of.
This one I picked up mostly for the fact that I had enjoyed the previous novels of Dan Simmons, and besides, tales of mountains and climbing them have always interested me. This one is set in 1924 and three skilled mountaineers discover that George Mallory and Sandy Irvine have vanished on Mount Everest, an event that would shock the world. These three, The Deacon, Jean-Claud, and the narrator Jake Perry, decide to try for Everest themselves, and so follows about six hundred pages of climbing, money, India and Tibet, climbing, Reggie, climbing and the merits of using oxygen and rope at high altitude. An awful lot of the book is taken up with technicalities, and it goes on for pages upon pages. Not just that, the last hundred pages approach the ludicrous as far as plot goes. To be honest, I was glad to see the book end, and that's not a good sign at all. Three stars overall.
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