I have read a few of Bill Bryson's books before, and I generally enjoy his self-mocking wit. I didn't feel the need to read any more after the excellent A Walk In the Woods, but when my book club chose this memoir, I was happy to oblige.

I'm a Stranger Here Myself is assembled in large part from articles Bryson wrote for a British Sunday newspaper, and it suffers from the pastiche effect. Bryson tries a bit too hard to find Americanisms that will sound quirky to his British readers. It's enjoyable, but forgettable.