I cannot fathom all the glowing reviews of No Mercy. First of all, the book crams 450 small-font pages into what should have been a 300-page book. Second, it took O'Hanlon over sixty pages just to begin his journey. My editor would have roasted me for that. Then he moves wrenchingly slow, presenting long conversations word for word, describing every single bird in minute detail, describing his boring, lecherous guides, telling of a poisonous snake (Wow!) that a companion killed. I'm not a beginner in true adventure. Give me Krakauer's Into Thin Air, or Philbrick's In the Heart of the Sea, but deliver me from O'Hanlon's drivel. I finally had to stop reading about halfway through.