Title: Snowboard Racer: Postmodern Deconstruction of Terror
Product review: Another terrifying descent into the natural world - this time Montgomery chooses what was previously considered benign snowboarding/winter sports as his medium. Who we are when we begin this timepiece and where we allow ourselves to boldly dare by the end - begins to explain the crux of the CYOA post-modern dilemma. Am I snowboarder? Am I going to go to the safe hut with Dan? Will Matt lead me down a deathly "Double Black Diamond"? Or are, in fact, life's decisions miniscule in comparison to the mountain on which I ride? Who am I and how do I fit with the pre-determined context? I'm not sure but this book allows me to look over the edge, stare into the contemplative blackness and see a doubled reflection - I am indeed a God.
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