Book Excerpt for the Day

    I stepped inside, shedding water, and could see at a glance it was a good choice - clean, nicely old-fashioned, attractively priced at (pound)26 B&B according to a notice on the wall, and with the kind of smothering warmth that makes your glasses steam and brings on sneezing fits.  I decanted several ounces of water from my sleeve and asked for a single room for two nights.

    "Is it raining out?" the reception girl asked brightly as I filled in the registration card between sneezes and pauses to wipe water from my face with the back of my arm.

    "No, my ship sank and I had to swim the last seven miles."


(from Notes From A Small Island, by Bill Bryson)


8*/10.  The complete review is here.