I had a chance to read Lost in Shangri-La the other day and it was so fun to read, for many reasons. First, it was written about an era I love to read about. Secondly, it reminded me of the time I was in Panama. And third, it reminded me about how crazy life can be.
It’s a great book, although I might not trust the author again. The first few pages read like the story will be an epic adventure on the scale of Shackleton, or The Kingdom of Ice. I wrote about The Kingdom of Ice a few months back, and wow, talk about an epic. The arctic explorers get trapped on their boat in the arctic ice for two years then have to make their way to Siberia then walk to civilization! That’s not this book.