<span id=”docs-internal-guid-34ebecaa-7fff-0356-6b99-4d2d094f1db2″ style=”caret-color: #000000; color: #000000;”><span style=”font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: #fbfbfb; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;”>One of the nonfiction books that had the most profound impact on me was Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer. It’s a first-hand account of a devastating hike up Mount Everest, which killed nearly a dozen hikers. While I’m not personally a hiker, I thought the storytelling was so strong and powerful that I literally had a physical response while reading it. In parts where they talked about the sheer vastness of the mountain I could physically feel my palms start to sweat; and in one part where he describes the death of one of the hikers I had to put the book down because it made me feel nauseous. I’ve never had a work of nonfiction elicit this response and to this day I think about how powerful a story can be. </span></span>