Bill Bryson's just a funny guy with a knack for writing a good story. This particular book is autobiographical of sorts...I say "of sorts," since it's primarily about his childhood, and therefore a bit incomplete I suppose.
What can I say about this book...
For starters, it really does have everything. Drama (lime-green capri pants), crime (ID forgery), explosions (what're friends for), heists (free beer), and gratuitous nudity (strippers). What more could you possibly ask for packed into one book. I laughed (from the hijinks), I cried (from the laughter), it was a roller coaster of a good time (and it contains an actual roller coaster).
Bill had a childhood not unlike many other children of that time, but his masterful writing skills and keen perspective on things make for one heck of an enjoyable story of youth roaming free, as it should, but quite often as it no longer does. And that end of it is actually quite sad indeed.
Monday, 25 August 2008
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