revisiting BB

It's not Bed & Breakfast that I'm referring to, of course, but Bill Bryson, on whose firstly read book I was posting more or less one year ago, from the same location where I find myself at the time: folks' place; and again, this is not a tale of melancholically reminiscing scattered bits of one's childhood [mine, Mum's, BB's, etc..] but about funnily putting travel writing's beginnings into perspective:

The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America is a book by travel writer Bill Bryson, chronicling his 13,978 mile trip around the United States in the autumn of 1987 and spring 1988. This is the first of Bryson's travel books. [...]
Bryson's goal in this trip was generally to avoid tourist destinations, instead choosing to experience the real every-day America, stopping at small towns and forgotten points of interest. This book is an overview of the United States from Bryson's point of view. [...]

[as briefly put here; image credits go here]

It's worth confessing that this was not equally funny as last year's reading, as the writing seems to extend a tad too much at times; yet it has a certain degree of non-intrusive personal touch which made it worthwhile & agreeable: a funny companion for long plane/ train trips, thus meeting its purpose!