Now maybe it’s just the circumstances under which I read it, but Notes from a Small Island was the first and best Bryson book I’ve read and ever since then I’ve been reading his other books in a futile attempt to find one that’s as good. The Lost Continent had occasional brilliant spots and longer passages that were as featureless as the terrain through which he describes travelling, and there’s really no excuse for the fatphobia (especially since Bryson describes himself as “overweight” in the book—but only fat women really deserve scorn for their size, I guess) and the racism. He captures the despair of realizing that America all looks pretty much the same (good), but then ends on an update “well, isn’t it such a nice country?” note (wtf?)

Unless you’re a true fan, read Blue Highways instead.

This was mildly funny, but Bryson’s bizarre obsession with fat people really irritated me.

sorry… i couldn’t stomach how sharp his humor is in this book.

Bought this secondhand to read again. Love how Bryson writes – he is very witty and doesn’t hold back in his criticisms of tasteless excess and bad architecture. Hooray!