Condescending of most people and places. Repetitive, pseudo intellectual humor. Refers to his Republican neighbor as a cretin twice… what does severe hypothyroidism have to with party affiliation? “At Home” was immensely readable. This was tripe. Can’t believe it’s the same author.

I couldn’t make it past the second chapter because of the language Bryson uses about people of size, also known as fat people. Bryson clearly has an extremely hateful and denigrating relationship with fat people, and that makes this book completely unreadable. How would any publisher think this was good writing, even in 2015?