"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams

If there’s one way to describe the humor in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”, it would be controlled randomness. In other words, Douglas Adams is rolling the dice most of the time, but those dice are loaded. If you seem confused after the first page of the book, don’t be. Being confused and oblivious to the galaxy is Arthur Dent’s job, for he is the main character of the story. His day begins with him trying to prevent a bulldozer from flattening his London home. Seems like a perfectly normal way to start the morning, wouldn’t you agree? If that wasn’t bizarre enough, he now has to be rescued by an alien disguised as a human actor named Ford Prefect before the world is obliterated by a nasty race of deep space creatures with violent tendencies. By this time, Arthur Dent is scratching his head so much that he can feel his brain with every poke. Add to this ragtag group of characters an alien politician with multiple limbs, his super hot girlfriend, and an ultra-depressed and pessimistic robot and you’ve got a recipe for craziness that even an entire roster of asylum patients couldn’t come up with on their best day. The controlled randomness comes out in full swing with a ship device known as the Improbability Drive, a weapon which literally makes the impossible possible. Does it seem highly likely to you that two nuclear warheads will suddenly transform into a whale and a bowl of flowers? Neither did anybody else before the Improbability Drive worked its magic. It had to have been magic. If by this point in the story you’re scratching your head as much as Arthur Dent, Douglas Adams has already done his job. His writing style will run circles around you until you’re dizzier than a vertigo patient on a rollercoaster. But at the same time, you’ll be giggling so much that your ribs will ache worse than getting a body punch from Mike Tyson. The chances of you having a frown by the time this lightning fast read is over are so low that it would take an Improbability Drive to make it happen. But before you can thank Douglas Adams for giving you a reason to flush your Lexapro down the toilet, make sure you actually know where his grave is. That’s right. Even though he was in his elder years, he passed way too soon. Rest in peace, buddy. And thank you for the giggly stories.

　

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