I am, of course, referring to the hysterically funny book by Bill Bryson.  He tells us about his years as an American living among the English — he makes fun of  their quirks but also lets us know how much he respects and appreciates them.

This is not the first Bryson book I’ve read, and it won’t be the last.  I disagree vehemently with his politics (Margaret Thatcher, a dictator?  Please.), but every single one of his books is witty, entertaining and thought-provoking.  His autobiography, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, shows just how similar Boomer childhoods were — many of the stories he tells remind me of things that happened to me  in 1960s Long Island, even though he is from 1950s Iowa.  In a Sunburned Country made me want to get on the next plane and visit Sydney (not the outback — I don’t have any interest in communing with poisonous animals).