Some say that the first hint that Bill Bryson was not of Planet Earth came when his mother sent him to school in lime-green Capri pants. Others think it all started with his discovery, at the age of six, of a woollen jersey of rare fineness. Across the moth-holed chest was a golden thunderbolt. It may have looked like an old college football sweater, but young Bryson knew better. It was obviously the Sacred Jersey of Zap, and proved that he had been placed with this innocuous family in the middle of America to fly, become invisible, shoot guns out of people's hands from a distance, and wear his underpants over his jeans in the manner of Superman.
Bill Bryson's first travel book opened with the immortal line, 'I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.' In his deeply funny new memoir, he travels back in time to explore the ordinary kid he once was, and the curious world of 1950s America. It was a happy time, when almost everything was good for you, including DDT, cigarettes and nuclear fallout. This is a book about growing up in a specific time and place. But in Bryson's hands, it becomes everyone's story, one that will speak volumes - especially to anyone who has ever been young.
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Brilliantly funny - just be warned this is abridged
Wonderful stuff. Have read and loved the book so jumped at the chance to have the Audio Book too. Was disappointed to note that it is slightly abridged, it doesn't ruin it, but did leave me wondering why some of the more funny moments were left out.
One of the funniest and most poignant books I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Bill Bryson has the unique narrative quality that not only paints a landscape of his experiences around you but also highlights the greater social context leaving you firmly in his own shoes throughout.
I can guarantee you one thing -be prepared for strange looks from people if you do buy this book, as you will find yourself laughing yourself silly in public throughout.
Having read the other reviews, thought this would be an excellent diversion for a long journey, I was clearly wrong. Brysons narrative is a little monotone, not helped by the slow amble of the anecdotes included. Buyer beware