One million times better than the movie. Douglas Adams has an amazing imagination and delivers some of the most bizarre, off-the-wall ideas I've ever read with great British deadpan. Characters include bland Arthur Dent, suicidally depressed robot Melvin, two-headed playboy/President of the Universe Zaphod Breeblebox, a superintellegent shade of blue, the loudest rock band in the universe, and much more. The overall plot is to discover why the answer to the meaning of life is 42, but digressions take the group from Earth (pre-destruction) to a restaurant at the end of time, and a planet where everything is Earth-sized except coins, which are triangular and three miles on a side. Like all attempts to describe this book, my review cannot begin to do any of it justice.