I first checked this book out from the local library when I was a youngster in junior high. It gave me no end of pleasure, and no end of creative insults to hurl back at those who made fun of my bookwormish proclivities. ("You cacophagic speck of frass", for instance--it had so much better a sting to it than "poop cannibal," and was less likely to get me in trouble, seeing as how the teachers didn't understand it either.) Even today I happily tell people that the reason I can't eat at Subway is because of my latent bathysiderodromophobia, and I obfuscate, abstrude and tergiversate with the best of them. Recommended for all who love language for its own sake.