Friends have marveled and goggled at me for getting to my 30s without having read Douglas Adams' Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy 5-part trilogy. I admit it is surprising and somewhat shameful but I've been grateful for the newness of these books to me, especially this week when I really needed some laughs.
Over the past several days I've read Life, the Universe and Everything, the third in the series. It gave me many good chuckles, several guffaws, and some relief from the shit tornado to Oz that descended this week, starting on Monday with poor Penny bunny.
That said, Adams lost me a bit in the last 40 or so pages. It was all laughs and weirdness up until the end, when the weirdness took over and the laughs high-tailed it to the delta quadrant (you like my mixed Douglas Adams/Star Trek: Voyager metaphors, don't you?). It was a little disappointing, this strangeoid conclusion, but not so off-putting that I won't be reading the next book in the series, likely within the next few months.
In the meantime, I'm using this lazy, transit strike-stricken day to try to get my "people are complete wanksters and they just get worse over time" novel out of the way so I can move on to one of the happier books I've got lying around here.
2 comments:
I love the HGTTG books, but I think the Dirk Gently ones are funnier.
My brother just told me the Dirk Gently ones are the way to go too. I'll have to keep an eye out for them. Thanks!
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