I truly enjoyed this book and came to love Bill Holm for his open heart and curiosity about humanity. My husband was in his class at Gustavus Adolphus College, so I have heard about him for years, but this is the first of his books that I have read. I'm sorry that he's gone. Because I recently read Bill Bryson's "Notes from a Small Island" it was impossible not to draw lines between the two. Both books were love letters about countries in which each had spent time. Both authors occasionally ranted in frustration at the ways of these same countries, in their books and on site. Both bemoaned the loss of historical landmarks and their replacement with minimalist concrete structures. Both displayed a great talent for humor. Holm, however, dug deeper into culture, history, and politics, understandably given the differences between China and the U.S. Living among the Chinese as a teacher of English lent itself to greater introspection than travelling across Great Britain as a tourist (although Bryson had actually lived in England for 20 years). I was not bothered by the unconventional structure of Holm's book -- a series of essays about his experience in "alphabetical" rather than chronological order. It facilitated reading it in chunks without concern about keeping one's place in the narrative.