Another great book by Krakauer! As with the Mormon book, he takes the reader into the minds of the people or person he's illustrating, or so it seems. In this case, it's Chris McCandless, an extremely idealistic and morally absolute kid from the D.C. suburbs who, only as one last appeasement to his parents, graduates from college then pretty much drops off the face of the earth. For years he doesn't contact his parents, they have no idea where he is or whether he's dead or alive and all the while he's hitchhiking up and down the west coast and sometimes inland, living off the land and working menial jobs. His final journey which he spoke feverishly about to everyone who crossed his path (turned out quite a few people did and that he was memorable as a smart and charming if distant kid) was a great Alaskan voyage, much in the tradition of Jack London. Four months from the day he hiked into the Alaskan forest, he was found dead of starvation. Krakauer weaves a rich tapestry of Chris' journal entries, letters to his friends he met along the way, and scenery and excerpts from Thoreau, Muir and London of the wild west. As per usual with Krakauer, it's thoroughly conceived, well-written, and leaves a heavy impression.