After searching fruitlessly through the shelves and piles and boxes of books here looking for my old copy of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
etc I gave up
and got another one from Amazon. About half-way through the fourth book now and convinced, once again, that Douglas Adams is spying on me from beyond the grave. Or something. It's very disconcerting.
Also in progress: Robert Graves, Steven Brust, JRR Tolkien, all repeats. I generally get through 300 pages a day but only find one or two good new (to me) writers per year.
I used to swap huge bags of books back and forth with a friend but now she has a Kindle.
Life is too short to read bad books, Tamara! And Lucky, there is enough terrible suffering in real life to satisfy me, so, I steer clear of books where lots of really bad things happen...