Douglas Adams would have been 61 years old today. He passed away on May 11th, 2001, two days before I turned fourteen, and he has been incredible influence on me. I first encountered Douglas Adams when I was browsing my uncle’s science fiction and fantasy book collection, and a seemingly innocuous little book called The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy caught my eye. If I had only known then what I was getting myself into.
I was instantly enthralled by Adams’ writing style, the seamless blending of standard sci-fi with a healthy does of dry British wit. It was the best kind of escape, and all I needed was to know where my towel was at any given time. I don’t remember how long it took me to read Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect’s first adventure. There was a lot of laughter. There may even have been tears (brought on by too much laughter). Now, many years and several sequels later, I’m still just as much a fan of a brilliant series. Happy birthday, Mr. Adams. You are greatly missed.
The Swords of the Ancients 
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*salutes* So long and thanks for all the fish, Mr. Adams. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t encounter Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy until I was in college, several years after Mr. Adams’ death. I’m due for a reread soon, it’s been far too long.
Likewise. I’ve read the full series through a couple of times, but it’s always worth it.