Bill Bryson is American yet this book's narrator is British. The cosmological stuff twisted my head, the anthropological stuff particularly intrigued me, and the last chapter, entitled "Good-bye" and about all the species we've managed to destroy--even, until tragically recently, by naturalists who wanted to study them--saddened me.
There. Four whole lines. I finished the book on the 11th yet I write this on the 13th. If I cease to use this space even as a log (not a log of the web, but a log of my reading and exercise), then that's that.