Alive tells the true story of a rugby team from Uruguay, along with some friends and family, who were traveling either to or from a rugby game. (I cannot recall and cannot find my copy of the book.) The plane crashed in the Andes Mountains. Some people died immediately or nearly immediately, and those who survived the crash were exposed to sub-zero temperatures. They had little in the way of food to sustain them. After the crash, some who had managed to survive the crash died because of an avalanche. The rescue teams sent to look for survivors gave up, and the few who did manage to survive did so by consuming the bodies of their teammates, which were of course frozen. This might sound dreadful, but their attitude in doing so was not so much cannibalistic as it was reverential, and they likened the process to the taking of communion in Christianity. They were a brave and resourceful group of people, and the way the book is written, it is clear how much the author admires them. Eventually sixteen people survived, rescued about two months after the crash. This is a story of remarkable human courage and the will to survive. It is one of my all-time favorite books, and now that I have been reminded of it, I must find my copy and read it again or get a new copy.