I was able to put my hands on this book (2008 edition) only after I had hoarded about six of Bryson's books and also had developed liking for his curious observational gift. However, after perusing this publication, I lost most of my trust in his jumbo interpretative self-confidence. A lot of criticism has been presented in previous reviews. I would only like to express my dismay at Bryson's chaotic perception of priorities. For instance, apparent Bryson's interest in tennis is illustrated by inclusion of a plethora of fly-by-night Russian tennis players, and by a failure to include such a superstar (spelling-wise and achievement-wise) like Navratilova. In addition, misinformation, particularly concerning nationalities of various entrants, is too plentiful to mention. What, however, rocked my confidence completely was Bryson's claim that Pilsener is "a German beer". A person who does not know that Pilsener, the king of lagers, is a beer brewed in Pilsen, a city in Bohemia, today Czech Republic, is not entitled to write books like "A theory of anything". It's like saying that champagne is a sparkling wine made in Spain. It's really disappointing, Mr. Bryson.