I want to start by saying that I found this book rather funny (I should also mention that I find British humour in general, funny). I thought Douglas' thoughts on what whales might be thinking, or even a bowl of petunias for that matter were rather entertaining. I would almost class it as a 'comedy novel', were it not for the sci-fi subject matter, which although normally, has a tendency to become too overwhelming and almost technical, was very easy to follow even with some space jargon thrown in (although the hitch-hikers guide is very good with helping to make sense of these things). Whilst Trillion was a little one dimensional, I found the main Earthling, Arthur, rather charming in his 'human normalcy'. I became easily absorbed in this story and was eager to discover the secrets of the universe along with Arthur at the pace of life (there does seem to be a lack of plot or certain direction here, like in life, everything sort of just happens as it happens).

And then it suddenly ends with them wondering where to have some lunch - but it's OK, as the story continues on in the next novel, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. ( )

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Clássico insuperável da ficção científica absurda e humorada, em 5 livros. Exceto o quarto, mais comedido, os outros são obras primas, que cheias de arbitrariedade hipercaótica, episódios deus ex machina e saídas extremamente improváveis, conseguem ainda assim serem muito consistentes e entre-costuradas, cheios de retomadas espirituosas e com um sentido de progressão narrativa surpreendente.

Revisitei na versão audiolivro, lida pelo próprio autor. ( )

This is a nice compendum of the Guides to replace my falling apart paperbacks. Many years ago, my brother was given the first book for Christmas, so it was laying around. I picked it up not knowing anything about it, and after the first two pages, my mind was blown in such a wonderful, humorous way that I couldn't stop reading.

I made the mistake of reading all five books one after the other. Near the end of the third book it started feeling like a chore (too many things that don't make sense in language that's trying a bit too hard to be clever). My reaction proved to be too soon, though, cause I straight up fell in love with the mundanity of the fourth book. The fifth one felt it had a lot going on, and I was worried a few chapters near the end cause too many subplots were happening simultaneously, and then bam!, it just... ends. So bleak. So sad. I need to read Eoin Colfer's reversal book. For Zark's sake. ( )