You all know how much I adore Bill Bryson, right? Well this book of his will not go down as one of my favorites; it is repetitive and boring. What!? I know! But, really, how many trains, walking trails and hotels can you use in one country and still keep it interesting? He passes through so many nondescript towns and feels he must comment at length on their nondescriptness - and that gets old quickly. In all fairness, though, this is one of his earliest travelogues. I can see glimpses of the irreverence and wit that I have come to love, but in Notes From a Small Island it's no more than a few chuckles worth.
This would have been more enjoyable at half the length.