God that was fun. Like real, actual, relaxing fun. The kind that I don’t frequently find in a book. Movie-type fun.
Bill Bryson’s memoir about growing up in the Midwest during the 1950s is entertaining, educational, sweet, poignant, sad and hysterical. A well-rounded, bigger-than-life, slice of Americana. I enjoyed every moment.
Definitely a book that can be read in one sitting. And a book that can be read by anyone. I loved the history – the personalization of big moments in time. As well the personalization of the small ones. Bryson brought the 50s to life with wit and humor. His happiness and love for life is contagious – it seeps out of every page.
He will forevermore be a go-to author when I want to learn and laugh – when I want to read something that asks nothing of me but gives buckets back. I’m a happier person bc I read this.
Ps – fair warning – at one point I laughed and choked and spit soup. At another point I laughed til I cried and my face got bright red and I had a little snot. If you read this (or any of his books) in public be prepared for some sideways glances.