It's a weekend of painkillers and boredom here at the PPA House -- I've wrenched my back something awful, and I'm on call for any emergencies at work, so I just sit here and write/read/watch movies/stare at the walls. Oh, and Xbox 360. A friend of mine lent me his for a while, so chances of me accomplishing anything (or leaving the house) are low over the coming months.
On a whim, I picked up an old favorite over the past couple days...
#47 -- "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul" by Douglas Adams
This is probably the first time since high school that I've read anything by Adams (actually, maybe college -- I read the last Hitchhiker's book when it came out, not sure when that was). There was a time when that would have been unthinkable. In junior high, I kept the Hitchhiker's trilogy in my backpack, and read and re-read them constantly.
But as is probably apparent, I'm prone to phases, and I moved on (to horror, then hardboiled mysteries, then out of genres in general), and somehow, years down the line, this is the only Adams paperback I still have.
I remember enjoying this when I first read it (as opposed to the first Dirk Gently book, which I didn't), and it holds up now. Adams' combination of loony humor and wistful loneliness still works for me -- I suspected it wouldn't. I'll probably pick up a copy of the Hitchhiker's trilogy one of these days, to see how that's held up from my youth. Probably pretty well.
This is one of those vagueish, undetailed book posts I swore off, isn't it? Blame the painkillers. I'm not on top of my game right now.