There are longer and "prettier" books out there of this amazing tale, most of which I own, but for me, it all started with Frank Worsley's little book. None read as fine as his. He speaks in the language of the time and hooks you on words like "hoosh" and "Yoicks", but never loses you. It's a very personal account that on occassion reads a little flat because he is recording a journey. On the other hand, during the worst of their wear, which is most of the time, he shares his take on everyone's thoughts and then gives you his own. I am rarely "goosebumped" by any author but Worsley finds a way. I've only read it once but it is "dog-eared" beyond belief thanks to all the friends I have passed it on to!