It all started one murky day many years ago, when the only book left for me to read from a holiday cottage shelf was Terry Pratchett’s Wyrd Sisters. With a sad resigned sigh, I opened the book and started to read. I have not stopped reading Pratchett’s books since. My husband always arranged pre-orders of his new books as presents for my birthday or Christmas. He knew he would be on a winner to receive a big hug and kiss for his efforts.
If you have read any of his books, I need not tell you how wonderful and creative they are. If you have not read any of his books and you enjoy a romp then pick up any Discworld book, put aside any prejudice, open your mind and your heart and a whole new world will reveal itself to you and bring you hours of laughter and joy. You will be amazed by the clever parallel universe he creates with characters you will learn to love and look for in every book you read.
Honestly, I was not sad for him, he wanted to go before his Parkinson‘s disease took over his life. I cried selfishly, for my loss, the loss of no more new adventures, no more new books to smell and relish, no more looks of pride tinged with self-satisfaction on my husband’s face upon giving me a new edition.
Granny Weatherfax a formidable character who reminded me of my own granny.
Nanny Ogg, who loved a drink, a song and it is implied, some sex, not necessarily in that order and most definitely she was the counter balance for Ganny Weatherfax.
Sam Vines a long suffering cop who married above his station.
Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler who was always at a disaster selling smelly foodstuff to unsuspecting public.
Rincewind, the failed student at the Unseen University for wizards in Ankh-Morpork.
I will not continue as I do not have the time to complete this list, suffice to say I will miss them all and the world is a much duller place without Sir Terry Prachett and the afterlife, a much more interesting place.