Soul Music, the Sixteenth Discworld novel, wasn't necessarily my favourite read of his. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty that's amusing, and more than just one or two poignant moments that showcase the depth of skill at Pratchett's pen nib. This is part of the Death sub-series of Discworld novels, as you might've guessed from... Continue Reading →
What you’ll get from a Terry Pratchett novel often corroborates to the work you put into reading it. If you’re looking for witty entertainment and humour, you’ll find them in spades, on the outermost layer of virtually all of his novels. When you dig in, there is so much more. Take Men At Arms, for... Continue Reading →
Oh, lawks, I read another Discworld novel. Small Gods was Terry Pratchett's most intricate examination of organised religion and faith yet. Where do the gods come from? How many masks do they wear? Are they just a big lot of buggers sitting on their arses, pulling the limbs off mortals for the giggles? That's what... Continue Reading →
After Sir Terry Pratchett passed away, I thought to honour him by exploring his Discworld in a chronological order. Moving Pictures was where my ten-book long Discworld reading spree came to an abrupt end, sometime in 2015--or was it 2016?--I really wish I'd recalled. Something about the beginning of this book didn't click with me back... Continue Reading →
The Grimoire Reliquary 