I definitely must have more time to read these days. Last week I finished Holidays in Hell by P.J. O'Rourke, which I picked up about 20 years ago, and this week I am reading My Life in the Middle Ages by James Atlas, which my sister gave me as a gift a mere 10 years ago. Atlas reminds me a lot of Bill Bryson, what with his chapters about living in Vermont, travels in England, and home life. His piece on his vacation home in Vermont and his fight against transience makes me want to hang on to our condo in Stuart, Florida, which has been in the family for almost 40 years, despite the high expense it entails. Now THAT is powerful writing, considering what a cheapskate I am.
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