I thoroughly enjoyed Bryson's descriptiveness, descriptivosity, descriptivemania, even. Let's push it: descriptions of descriptions. Enough of that, the book was downright great and placed me smack in the middle of the AT walking with him and his companion.
Set aside the sheer fantasy of being able to do this in today's world, with mortgages and jobs, he really made the best of the time he was afforded in the woods, and that is respectable.
It's not a predictable book by any means. I didn't expect a single thing that came next. That's the beauty of Bryson's brain; it keeps you on your toes.
I found these two clowns my own companions on my long drives through New Mexico and I really felt a loss when the book was done because I wasn't ready for the adventure to end. I had pulled into a Sonic Drive-in to eat when the last track ran out, thinking, damn, no, it can't be over yet. I must have had a sour look on my face because the carhop looked in the window as if to say, "Hey, OK in there?". I don't want your damn mustard, I want another track.
I was with these guys through northern New Mexico, southern New Mexico and lots of points in between. I kinda miss them. They became familiar and I wanted to see what was going to happen next.
I often miss the days of my own outrageous adventures and this book really brought all the newness, life and brilliance back into the memories and richly added new ones for me.
VERY WORTHWHILE LISTENING.
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