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I am still a great god, he thought. I can hold my liquor. I will not fail to present my bargain. They ate and drank in silence with both keeping sharp eyes on each other.

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I'm sure he found himself out there in the forest and it was life changing for him. I'm sure he missed his family and had his priorities altered. But nothing remarkable happens and this trip does not warrant a book. The sub title is really misleading, fortunately it was a quick read. I loved Mitchell Zuckoff's book of the survival of three of the crash victims. But, this book in no way compares to Mr. Unfortunately, author Christopher Stewart doesn't have the advantage of reporting on an event in which he doesn't have to participate. Stewart heads out into the jungle himself, and it's not a hale and hearty tale of adventure. Stewart, by his own admission, hates camping, would rather take the subway than hoof a few blocks through Brooklyn, and has a paralyzing fear of snakes.

So, that makes him the perfect person to explore the Honduran rainforest, right? The author's quest is more about his inability to settle down peaceably with a wife, family and mortgage than it is about any lost city. Stewart is the one who is lost. At first, I was excited about the author's quest. He is unquestionably a fine writer. But, as he interweaves his tale with that of a mid-twentieth century explorer, Theodore Morde, I became less and less interested. I'm a buy-and-hold kind of reader who doesn't like being jerked back and forth between alternating stories. I began skipping the Morde chapters to read Stewart's tale through.

But, honestly, the author's whining quickly got to me. He's tired, he has blisters on his feet, he's sick of rice and beans.

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