It’s all Boing Boing’s fault. It’s been years since I’ve read a book nearly as captivating as this one. It’s a completely bizarre and wonderful comedy science fiction novel, kind of like something Douglas Adams would write but without the religious and philosophical implications (so far).

Anyway, I am hooked. The book isn’t in print anymore, but I snagged a copy at the local library (I think I got the only copy in town), although you can download it for free on pdf (not sure how much fun it would be to read that way). And before you snort derisively about “science fiction comedy,” just know that my favorite authors are Jane Austen, Cormac McCarthy, and Jim Harrison. I loved Tom Jones,Villette, and Middlemarch and haven’t browsed the SciFi section since I was in the seventh grade and hooked on Orson Scott Card (unless you count Douglas Adams, who I read in college).

So yeah, that’s what I’m currently reading. And I’m hooked. I’m so hooked that I bring the book to work with me and have been resisting the temptation to take “Buddy Holly” breaks. And I brought my computer home over the weekend, but I hardly opened it because I was stuck in this book.