I first read 'I chose to climb' when I was a dreamy 16-year old living an uninspiring life in an uninspiring part of London. Annual holidays in Scotland had accumulated a latent hunger for mountains and mountaineering, but until I read this first volume of Bonnington's autobiography, I had little understanding for exactly what it was that I hungered after. Twenty years later, the book remains as much an inspiration to me and my students (I am a full time teacher and part time mountain instructor) as it did then.
The central theme of the book is one that all aspiring mountaineers can relate to - the conflict between down-to-earth realities (money, relationships) and the constant, nagging desire to explore the world's great mountain ranges. It is something I have struggled with for all my climbing life sharing much of Bonnington's soul-searching. He speaks a language that all climbers understand. His journey from childhood scrambles to life-threatening forays onto the Eiger is one that we all go through, albeit at a rather more sedate pace.
There is little doubt in my mind that this book should be required reading for all those teenagers whose adrenal glands are tickled by the sight of the first snows touching the hilltops or a glimpse of some mystery crag. Wherever there is the dry tinder of young ambition, here is a book to set it alight.