书名：A Walk in the Woods林中漫步/偏跟山过不去

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数1210L
作者：Bill Bryson比尔·布莱森
出版社名称：Anchor Books
出版时间：2009
语种：英文
ISBN：9780307279460
商品尺寸：10.7 x 3 x 17.5 cm
包装：简装
页数：397 （以实物为准）

在英国生活20年后，比尔·布莱森（Bill Bryson）回到美国，决心徒步穿越崇山峻岭中的阿巴拉契亚小道，借以重新认识久违的美国。

重峦叠嶂问的阿巴拉契亚小道是全球zui长的山间小路，探索这样的原始山径，对职业探险者来说，都是一件极为冒险和艰难的事情。当布莱森决定放弃所有交通工具、只靠两条腿穿越3000公里的山径时，这次旅程的艰险程度远远超过了他的想象。
夺人心魄的阿巴拉契亚小道沿途景色，一路上遇到的各种险境和形形色色的有趣人物，以及有关小道的历史沿革等，都由作者用一支充满风趣幽默的生花妙笔娓娓道来，为我们提供了一幅幅美国生态环境、当地历史风情和美国人现实生活的全新图景。
A Walk in the Woods《林中漫步》集轻松幽默的笔调、冒险奇遇的故事、逗趣爆笑的情节以及优美生动的语言于一体，堪称当代旅游文学经典之作。作者“从潮湿的睡袋里拧出来的幽默”令人莞尔，把大悲剧调侃成滑稽戏的睿智令人动容。作者由此慨叹大自然的宽厚与神力，感悟人生渺小，发掘出一个人们从未感受过的全新的美国。

A major motion picture starring Robert Redford and Nick Nolte.

The Appalachian Trail trail stretches from Georgia to Maine and covers some of the most breathtaking terrain in America–majestic mountains, silent forests, sparking lakes. If you’re going to take a hike, it’s probably the place to go. And Bill Bryson is surely the most entertaining guide you’ll find. He introduces us to the history and ecology of the trail and to some of the other hardy (or just foolhardy) folks he meets along the way—and a couple of bears. Already a classic, A Walk in the Woods will make you long for the great outdoors (or at least a comfortable chair to sit and read in).

Review
“Bryson is a very funny writer who could wring humor from a clammy sleeping bag.”  —The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Short of doing it yourself, the best way of escaping into nature is to read a book like A Walk in the Woods.” —The New York Times
“A terribly misguided, and terribly funny tale of adventure.... The yarn is choke-on-your-coffee funny.”  —The Washington Post
“Bill Bryson could write an essay about dryer lint or fever reducers and still make us laugh out loud.”  —Chicago Sun-Times
“Delightful.”  —The Plain Dealer
“It’s great adventure, on a human scale, with survivable discomforts, and, happily, everybody goes home afterwards.”  —Times Picayune
比尔·布莱森（Bill Bryson），当今英语世界非常多产且“超能逗乐”的游记作家之一，诙谐嘲谑的风格堪称一绝。作品包括旅游类随笔、科普著作等，其中《万物简史》《母语：英语的故事》《“小不列颠”札记》《一脚踩进小美国》销量逾百万册，一直雄踞《纽约时报》《泰晤士报》畅销书榜。

2004年，《万物简史》获得英国皇家学会安万特奖。
1951年出生于美国艾奥瓦州，21岁起，开始在世界各地旅行。1977年，定居伦敦，自此在英国生活了近二十年，曾任职于《泰晤士报》与《独立报》，同时也为《纽约时报》《国家地理》撰文。
2005-2011年，担任英国杜伦大学校长，且被众多大学授予荣誉学位。
2006年，获得英女王颁发的“不列颠帝国勋章”之殊荣。
2005年，设立布莱森奖，以鼓励科学创新的青少年。
Bill Brysonwas born in Des Moines, Iowa, and grew up there, but has spent most of his adult life in Britain. He has worked for a number of newspapers, including The Times and the Independent. His books on the English language include Mother Tongue and Troublesome Words.
Bill Bryson is the author of several bestsellers including The Lost Continent, Neither Here Nor There, Notes from a Small Island, A Walk in the Woods, Notes from a Big Country, Down Under, A Short History of Nearly Everything, One Summer: America 1927 and his memoir, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. His most recent bestseller is The Road to Little Dribbling.
We hiked till five and camped beside a tranquil spring in a small, grassy clearing in the trees just off the trail.  Because it was our first day back on the trail, we were flush for food, including perishables like cheese and bread that had to be eaten before they went off or were shaken to bits in our packs, so we rather gorged ourselves, then sat around smoking and chatting idly until persistent and numerous midgelike creatures (no-see-ums, as they are universally known along the trail) drove us into our tents.  It was perfect sleeping weather, cool enough to need a bag but warm enough that you could sleep in your underwear, and I was looking forward to a long night's snooze—indeed was enjoying a long night's snooze—when, at some indeterminate dark hour, there was a sound nearby that made my eyes fly open.  Normally, I slept through everything—through thunderstorms, through Katz's snoring and noisy midnight pees—so something big enough or distinctive enough to wake me was unusual.  There was a sound of undergrowth being disturbed—a click of breaking branches, a weighty pushing through low foliage—and then a kind of large, vaguely irritable snuffling noise.

Bear!

I sat bolt upright.  Instantly every neuron in my brain was awake and dashing around frantically, like ants when you disturb their nest.  I reached instinctively for my knife, then realized I had left it in my pack, just outside the tent.  Nocturnal defense had ceased to be a concern after many successive nights of tranquil woodland repose.  There was another noise, quite near.

“Stephen, you awake?”  I whispered.

“Yup,” he replied in a weary but normal voice.

“What was that?”

“How the hell should I know.”

“It sounded big.”

“Everything sounds big in the woods.”

This was true.  Once a skunk had come plodding through our camp and it had sounded like a stegosaurus.  There was another heavy rustle and then the sound of lapping at the spring.  It was having a drink, whatever it was.

I shuffled on my knees to the foot of the tent, cautiously unzipped the mesh and peered out, but it was pitch black.  As quietly as I could, I brought in my backpack and with the light of a small flashlight searched through it for my knife.  When I found it and opened the blade I was appalled at how wimpy it looked.  It was a perfectly respectable appliance for, say, buttering pancakes, but patently inadequate for defending oneself against 400 pounds of ravenous fur.

Carefully, very carefully, I climbed from the tent and put on the flashlight, which cast a distressingly feeble beam.  Something about fifteen or twenty feet away looked up at me.  I couldn't see anything at all of its shape or size—only two shining eyes.  It went silent, whatever it was, and stared back at me.