Bill Bryson is the David Sedaris of travelogues, I think. An immensely funny writer who writes about equally interesting voyages around different parts of the world. And The Lost Continent seemed to be the perfect next entry in the pantheon “books about traveling America” road book collection I’ve amassed- American Gods, On the Road, Fear and Loathing, etc. First thing’s first, the book is really really funny. Like, every other page was met with a guffaw from me. And yes, a ridiculous amount of this book is Bill Bryson complaining. In fact, to anyone reading this who thinks they may be interested, I’ll warn you, it’s a lot of “British man complaining about how much everything sucks”, even if he does sometimes occasionally say there are things he likes, and not just so he can follow it up with a “but not anymore”. Point is, Bill is pretty funny, albeit a little annoying at times, and I find his style of writing to be pretty readable. Ultimately, an enjoyable travelogue that makes me wish I was on a road trip right now. I liked!