I felt like pure, unabashed silliness was the proper way to follow up a book about someone who convinces people to kill themselves - and the second in Douglas Adams' 5-part Hitchhiker trilogy, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, was a good choice.
It was all excellent hi jinx and buffoonery but I thought that coming up with the ultimate question to the ultimate answer (42) by pulling tiles out of a homemade Scrabble bag was pure genius. I laughed a bit and chuckled a lot with this one. Good stuff.
I'm still surprised I never read these books when I was younger; I guess I was still under the terrible impression that everything I read had to be SERIOUS LITERATURE - to which I now say "Phtttthhhpht!"
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