Just another GR refugee. Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.
Picking this one was easy. The first chapter, in which Tony Horowitz goes in search of the vikings in Newfoundland, and winds up doing bad karaoke in a sweat lodge, had me shaking with laughter.
And the whole book is more or less like that: trying to find the real facts of early America, and also enjoying the absurdities of the trip.
This reminds me that we have Mr. Horowitz' Confederates in the Attic (and I know where it is!). I need to read that, sooner rather than later.