Last week, as I found myself inexorably drawn towards the 'dark side' of Waterstones (or -as it is more commonly known - the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section) I came upon the sudden realisation that there are many books in my bedroom that I have , quite unfairly, left unread. Whilst perusing the shop it simply came to me that my money could be far better spent, as I was already the proud owner of the novels I was admiring. You see, something -somewhere- in my mind seemed to have totally forgotten the hoard of literature I had received at Christmas; my only assumption is that I've blown some important fuse in excitement. And so, Waterstones left behind in the flapping of arms that I call a run, I found myself holding the infamous 'trilogy of four' by Douglas Adams.
Needless to say, I became quickly engrossed. After racing through the tales of Vogon poetry, white mice, Cricket Wars, a floating party and rabbit bones, I really am proud to say that I am now reaching the end of the series with my sanity relatively intact (an achievement, to say the least). My simple advice to those of you that have not yet had the pleasure of reading the series is: do.
Yes, it has come to that time of year again when I simply cannot help but -rather nostalgically I might add - get out the Roswell box set. All health issues concerning 'square eyes' aside, I am thoroughly enjoying the series for the third time; the acting is superb, the script is tight and the plot is a guilty pleasure. To be honest, the fact that Jason Behr, Brenden Fehr and Nick Wechsler are incredibly good looking also helps a great deal! Once again, I've got to advise (or, rather, demand) those of you unlucky enough to have lived your lives without Roswell to quickly rectify this error (or at least make Jason Behr your desktop background).
