After reading "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer, I was eager to read more about the experience of climbing the tallest mountains. While I admire Frank and Dick's success, particulary considering their age, I couldn't help get the impression that this book was one long accolade to the men rather than the accomplishment. It felt like two very ego-driven, very successful men had manipulated a two-bit author into writing about how wonderful they were. I never once got the sense of loneliness and fear of being above 26,000 feet (the "Death Zone") that Krakauer wrote about so well.