The Lost Continent: Travels in Small Town America

Why set out to travel the country if you don’t want actually experience the people, places, or things? This reads like 300 pages of the absolute worst Seinfeld fan fiction you can imagine. I can’t even finish it. I kept waiting for him to have a revelation about his slur disposition and repent, but I went and read a couple other reviews and realized he does not. I only picked this up because Bill Bryson, and this book in particular, have been recommended dozens of times. I read one other of his books years ago and didn’t remember not liking it, but now I realize I don’t remember it at all. I will be leaving this one in the first Little Free Library I encounter. Good riddance.