Status Updates From Piccola grande isola

Today I learned about a hilarious conversation between Intrepid Bill and a shopowner who clearly hated his job, as well as most people.

I don't want to create a spoiler, but this mini conversation includes a plot twist that I never saw coming. 😄

Oops, Fellow Goodreaders. Today, for the first time in ages, I was able to accurately read the teensy-tiny number on my phone for the percentage of this book I've been reading on Libby.

The good news, is much more is a'coming on the road to Little Dribbling.

Bill Bryson's writing about Stonehenge is my favorite part of this book so far.

And Simon Davies, if you ever go onto Facebook, please accept my thanks for how you drove me there. What a gift!

Bill's account of going to Tintagel is one heck of a romance buster!

He is such a delightfully quirky tour guide.

Bryson's combination of geniality, wit, appreciativeness and curmudgeonhood are pure recreation for me in this book.

People do not literally "reach out" through their emails. With all the maudlin subtext.

Unless you take a sentimental view of the spammers and other dishonest folks who contact me on a daily basis, lavishly praising "my book" and sending a come-on about how they can help more people find my published "book." (If you count the foreign editions, I've published something like 55 books so far.)

In a section that especially appealed to my sense of humor, Bill Bryson calls out common cliches that he absolutely loathes.

My favorite the use of "reaching out." More confusion, imo, when people in these early years of The Age of Awakening confuse energy sensiivity with objective reality.