I’m embarrassed to say that I got a good quarter of the way through this book before finding out (from Goodreads!) that I had actually read it before. In my defense, I already knew the general story, so I figured any vague sense of familiarity came from that. Anyway, it’s a grim, occasionally gory, quite gripping tale about a terrible few days on K2 in 2008. If you’re into mountaineering disaster stories (as I inexplicably am), you might enjoy it. Twice, even.