Once again, I'm reminded that I am a city gal through and through, and that I prefer armchair travel. This book reminded me of Candice Millard's "The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt's Darkest Journey," and Roosevelt's trip was mentioned in this book. It was interesting to read about the explorers competing for Royal Geographic Society dollars and prestige (and poor James Murray, who was great at polar exploring, but completely terrible in the Amazon), and the ways that Fawcett reasoned about Z and sought to conceal his route so that his better-equipped rival wouldn't find it first. However, the part I enjoyed most was the modern archeological explanation of Z. The narrator's voice was a bit monotonous at times, but he was pretty good overall.