This is the first Bill Bryson book I've read, and I can see why he is popular. His style was friendly, and I liked the way he dealt with the subject matter. I feel like he takes a subject that could potentially be stuffy and inaccessible and livens it up.

This seems like a strange title to me for this book. I thought it would be more nostalgic, and less in the present.

I don't like this as much as my favorite book One Hundred Years of Solitude, but it was beautifully written, as always. I finished the book very quickly.