I always glance at the "staff picks" shelf at our local library and this was sitting on it the last time I went in. It went into my bag because 1) I'm a SCUBA diver and am fascinated by the world beneath the ocean's surface; 2)I watched "Big Blue" years ago and could not believe people would plunge to unimaginable depths on a SINGLE breath; and 3) I'm always up for a good love story. This book did not disappoint. Sure the writing itself was mediocre, and the writer himself has several character flaws (that I would argue contributed to the tragedy in this story) but I couldn't put this darn book down this past weekend. I still can't even comprehend Pipin's obsession with his "no limits" diving -- take a huge breath and hold it, climb onto a weighted sled to plummet FIVE FOOTBALL FIELDS below the ocean's surface, hit the mark below, then release a balloon that rockets you back to the ocean's surface, all in less than 4 minutes (you hope). And he describes in excruciating, horrifying detail all the physical effects for doing this to your body (and the countless ways you can die or be permanently disabled). So I keep reading with a lot of skepticism and inability to think this "sport" would ever become mainstream, and THEN he meets his soulmate who loves the ocean as much as he, and, you guessed it, starts "no limits" diving with him. And they share their passion and you get all wrapped up in their lovestruck life when, of course, she tragically dies on one of these insane record-setting dives. On the anniversary of her death he did a commemorative dive to honor her and set the record, but has he ever dived since? Has someone else broken his record? Why do people do stuff like this??????