I just finished A Walk In the Woods by Bill Bryson. Basically just a middle-aged man's account of his experiences on the Appalachian Trail. Hey, I liked it. That was not a flattering summary sentence. But whatever.
Yeah I really enjoyed it. Clearly I'm not in the mood to be writing right now, I have a lot of things that I need to be doing, but the main thing that I got out of this book was a reinforced yearning to get into the mountains, which really isn't appreciated nor welcome in January. So there you go, for future reference, this is a book best read in the summer.
