The Road to Little Dribbling

I gave up on this book less than halfway through. I loved the old Bill Bryson books like The Mother Tongue and Notes From a Small Island. I was happy to find this and looked forward to another delightful read. Unfortunately Bryson seems to have turned into the consummate grumpy old man, bent on complaining his way across the island. Not even the birth of his granddaughters caused him to change his petulant tone. A total disappointment.