It's no secret that I'm a fan of Bill Bryson's writing. I have yet to find a book of his that I don't like, even mildly, and don't suspect that I will either. The most recent book of his I've read, one of his earliest works -
The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town 
America - is perhaps my favorite though. I had a difficult time putting it down and am sure that I'll read it again before the new year.
The Lost Continent reminded me, as I turned the pages, of the roadtrips I grew up on as...
