
Aliens. Outerspace. Mice who rule the world. You have got to be kidding me. I don’t really like to say I hate a book ... but I hate this book.
The basic story is that Earth is destroyed, and one nerd from England manages to accidentally survive and meet up with this ragtag group of aliens that get into various predicaments. Other than that, I don’t really know what the point is.
The best part of this book is it’s only 152 pages long. The worst part is you have to read 152 pages like this:
Ford Prefect’s original name is only pronounceable in an obscure Betelgeusian dialect, now virtually extinct since the Great Collapsing Hrung Disaster of Gal./Sid./Year 03758 which wiped out all the old Praxibetel communities on Betelgeuse Seven.
OMG
It’s just dumb.
The Amazon review says, "You'll never read funnier science fiction." Um, there wasn't one funny thing about this book. Not one. That gives me no hope for the entire sci-fi genre.
One very small, slightly interesting little tidbit: the word “Babel fish” came from this book. It's this slimy little fish you put in your ear that then translates all languages for you. Convenient for inter-galaxy travel, but ew, gross, a fish in your ear.
So, in case I wasn’t clear, I don’t recommend this book at all, unless you love lame dialogue, stupid outerspace jokes, and pointless wastes of time.
Next up, One Thousand and One Nights.