A vintage from the brand new York Moments bestselling writer of A Walk in the Woods and The Body.

After surviving in Britain for just two decades, Bill Bryson recently shifted back to america with his British wife and four children (he had read someplace that nearly 3 million Americans believed they had been abducted by aliens-as he later put it, ‘it was very clear my people needed me’). They were greeted by a fresh and improved America that boasts microwave pancakes, twenty-four-hour dental-floss hotlines, as well as the staunch conviction that ice is not an extravagance item.

Providing the brilliant comic musings that certainly are a Bryson hallmark, I’m a Stranger Here Myself recounts his sometimes disconcerting reunion using the land of his delivery. The result is a book filled up with hysterical scenes of one man’s try to reacquaint himself along with his own country, but it is also a protracted if at times bemused love notice towards the homeland he provides came back to after two decades away.