I began this book in October, and it seemed a bit of a slog, and I’m not sure why.  I love Bryson’s signature style of history enlivened with juicy tidbits of whimsy.  The people involved are interesting. The stories are compelling.  The year, 1927, was the year my mother was born, adding an extra element of interest for me. Maybe it was just that there were too many stories, too much to keep track of, for someone reading it piece-meal. 1927 was a busy, busy […]