I finished Terry Pratchett's The Color of Magic last night.
I’m finding it useful, if not completely entertaining, to go back to Pratchett’s earlier works and read the “foundations” of his Disc World. This book was great in parts and not as well written in others, and definitely not my fave. Totally necessary, of course, and I’m glad I read it. I loved the tourist Twoflower, and it was cool reading about younger Rincewind. He’s mentioned randomly in later books and it’s good to learn about his character (or lack thereof) and re-think his minor roles later on.
Plus, in addition to starting at the beginning as I’m doing with this book (next up is Book 2 – The Light Fantastic), I sort of want to re-read the Pratchett books I’ve already read, now that I've got more history. Oops. Note to self – start at the beginning next time. Although – if I had started at the beginning I may have stopped there. So, this might be the exception to the rule.
Also – Pratchett is clearly being added to my “Will Read Anything By:” list. Already on the list: Christopher Moore, Kurt Vonnegut, Ray Bradbury, Jane Austen. More I can’t think of right at the moment. I have a thing about finding an author I love and devouring every bit of them I can get my hands on. Bonus for me if they're still alive and writing. Bonus for them too, obviously. :) So cheers, Terry Pratchett. May your not-perfect health teeter on this edge of life for as long as possible.