I'm reading Notes From A Small Island by Bill Bryson, which was pretty big when it was published about ten years ago. I didn't really want to read it because I assumed it would be American-guy-comes-to-UK-tells-us-things-we-already-know, but my girlfriend loves it and showed me a passage in which Bill describes the exact same confusion in catching a train from Manchester Piccadilly to Preston that I experienced, so I'm giving it a go. It's very funny
Speaking of Thompson, another
genius work of his is
Kingdom of Fear, which isn't so much a novel as a collection of memoirs, letters and stories. He was very anti-Bush, which he isn't subtle about revealing (whore-face and goofy-child-President) but his extended metaphors are so well constructed you'll marvel when he finally reveals the point of some of his passages. I'll miss him
