Into the Wild

I just finished reading the book Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, a book world known for the intense story about a young boy chasing his dreams. Some say this book is one of the best they have ever read. I, on the other hand, am not convinced.

We are taken on a journey, the journey of Chris McCandless, who abandons his life to live one he always wanted, see America and visit Alaska. His story is wonderful, sad and incredible. The fact that he actually did it, actually left everything and just travelled required quite a lot of courage. This, though, isn’t why I didn’t like the book. I admire what he did, even though it was selfish. And I do think it is nice that someone does so much research and writes this book.

Even though the story is true, I don’t like the way it was written. For me, it was too much nature and had way too many digressions. Of course, I understand that it had to have all the descriptions of how the wildlife was, how it was out there. I just thought it was boring to read about the other adventurers that died or killed themselves. They don’t describe how McCandless was, just how they were and that they were too weak to manage to live in the wilderness.

Anyway, I am not really a fan of reading, and when I first do it I would rather read an important book, a book that matters. In my point of view, this book isn’t in that specific category. Its intentions aren’t to change the world, just tell the story of a young adventurer.