Read because: I’m a Bill Bryson fan. The man is funny.
Traded through: Bookins.com
Rating: 9 out of 10
Synopsis (from Publishers Weekly): The author of A Walk in the Woods draws readers in campfire-style, relating wacky anecdotes and random facts gathered on multiple trips down under, all the while lightening the statistics with infusions of whimsical humor. Arranged loosely by region, the book bounces between Canberra and Melbourne, the Outback and the Gold Coast, showing Bryson alone and with partners in tow. His unrelenting insistence that Australia is the most dangerous place on earth spins off dozens of tales involving jellyfish, spiders and the world’s 10 most poisonous snakes. Pitfalls aside, He glorifies the country, alternating between awe, reverence and fear, and he expresses these sentiments with frankness and candor, via truly funny prose and a conversational pace that is at once unhurried and captivating.
My Review: This is another in a series of things that have recently had my mind turning to taking a trip to Australia and New Zealand. Bryson tackles the land Down Under with his trademark humor and candor, and I ended up really enjoying this book while simultaneously being a little grumbly about not having more vacation time. After reading his book, I really want see Adelaide and Melbourne, as well as Uluru (Ayer’s Rock). I would also like to try snorkling in the Great Barrier Reef, as long as the boat doesn’t leave me behind to be devoured by sharks, as has happened to unfortunate tourists. And as boring as it might sound to some, I also think it would be incredibly cool to take the cross-country train (in first class, of course). Bryson, despite his many references to things that could kill me in Australia, really makes me want to plan a trip. One of these days, when I’m fabulously independently wealthy, I’ll definitely make the trip. (Finished 4/14/09)
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