While this is not the worst book I’ve ever read, it’s most certainly the one that angered me the most. Simon Wilder claims to love Germany, her culture and her history, yet at every turn emphasises how ugly the architecture and how inedible the food is. It is abundantly clear that he at no point in his life held a single conversation with a German, probably because he, according to himself, doesn’t even speak the language. This man fundamentally misunderstands the country he writes about and manages to use such convoluted sentences that I at times questioned my own literacy. Would not recommend.