Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for this one. I hesitated rating it since I stopped reading it, but since I read about 3/4 of it, I figured it was OK. Or at least justifiable.
Bryson’s writing is, as usual, whimsical. Every few pages I laughed out loud. But it seemed to lack unity. Without that, I found I just lost interest. I think I was hoping for something more Geography of Bliss or even more A Walk in the Woods, both of which seemed to have more of a unifying idea or lesson behind them. This one just kind of jumped around. I found myself wondering how his family put up with him being gone for so long with so little in the way of a plan.
In the end, this book just didn’t do it for me.
But then, I’ve been very impatient with books lately, so it might not even be the book itself.