The past three years have been busier work- and extracurricular-wise than is healthy or normal. I've been stretched beyond belief in every part of my life, and my mental health has obviously taken a major hit. But more importantly, and less forgivable for sure, my ability to get any proper reading done has been basically nonexistent.
Over the past few years, I've read maybe 20 books tops a year. For someone who used to get through about 100 over the course of a year, it's been rough. What I have finished this year so far: mostly murder mysteries, and most of them poorly written at that.
Re: my nonfiction reads: Everest, Inc. by Will Cockrell was pretty enjoyable. I find the audacity of climbing the 8,000ers very intriguing and take a morbid interest in when it all goes wrong. The book did a really good job of explaining how Everest went from a forbidding peak to a standard CEO bucket list item. Less juicy of a "look at these idiots paying thousands to die on a mountain" take than I was expecting, and more nuts and bolts about how these expedition companies started and, in good news, how the sherpas have started taking up more space in the money-making aspect. I'm still not sure whether I think the 'pros' of commercializing the mountain outweigh the cons (environmentally definitely a bad state of affairs, but commercialization -> fewer people die in preventable ways, like with better weather forecasts, etc., and shouldn't I be all about human progress and exploration?). But definitely a good read to get information that's not clickbait-y.
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