There was something mesmerizing about this story - about the mountains and the pure joy of being among the first to climb it, and the first to possibly conquer it. 
 Michelle Paver paints a beautiful picture of it; there were several times - for better and for worse - where I could really imagine being right there: coming upon the cairn of Dr. Yates, hearing the avalanche roar down the mountain... being inside a claustrophobic ice cave, wondering - hoping - that you really are all alone. 
 I've always felt a very strong pull towards nature in general and mountains (and woods) in particular. There is something both daunting and majestic about it - which I personally think is part of why people put it in terms of "conquering" a mountain when going on an expedition. 
 Thin Air was very atmospheric and I loved that. It also felt very genuine and true-to-the-times in the way it was written (again, for better and for worse). The characters were maybe a bit too black-and-white but not so that it bothered me, it's more of a post-reflection. 
 At times Thin Air actually managed to give me the chills (for once, pun is not intended, it's just an apt description), and it was definitely a page-turner. 
 I would - and will - happily recommend this to anyone who likes psychological terror with supernatural elements and anyone who appreciates the vicarious experience of an expedition with an overhanging sense of dread.