I can’t draw anything emotional right now. I don’t have the words to express how much these books mean to me.
They have been a part of my life, everyday. Not a day would go by when I would not think of some part Terry Pratchett had written. Funny, smart, wise, sad, thoughtful.
I would quote his words in daily conversations. He had a way of expressing key things, important things very simply. It was perfect.
And that was how he was a part of my life, for such a long time. And will continue to be so. I will still read and think and quote, as always, but in a big way, this is the end of the Discworld.
That feeling you get when you finish a really good book, or a good three part series only doubled tenfold.
Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett.
Thank you.
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Ever since Terry Pratchett died last week, I’ve been having variants of the same conversation with my friends and family — WHERE to start reading when there are so so so many books?
Everyone has their own strongly held opinions, as our pal Tasha Robinson lays out in this thoughtful essay. Me personally, I say as long as you don’t begin at the beginning, you’ll be fine. (I’m sure there are people out there who like The Color of Magic and Sourcery, but I haven’t met ‘em yet. Start with Equal Rites — or better yet, read Tasha’s piece!)
— Petra
Looking to read a Terry Pratchett book? Here’s some advice on where to start. -Tajha
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Challenge #00893-B162: Perish the Thought
(Was trying to find the post that inspired this, but couldn’t)
Considering that literature professors, English teachers, and mandatory readings have managed to make Shakespeare boring, even with the subject material, jokes, innuendo, memorable insults everywhere, and masterful handling of it all, imagine the travesty that will be lessons on Discworld in a few centuries.
Time’s winged chariot… renders all things boring.
They were doing the Pratchett section of English Lit, which was only slightly less dull than the Victorian Romance section of English lit. Which included one of the more snore-worthy stories of Sherlock Holmes. But that was sunshine and daisies compared to Shakespeare.
At least most of Pratchett was still understandable.
Most of it.
Language is plastic. You only had to look at Shakespeare for that. Before Shakespeare invented half of it, English was nigh-incomprehensible. And Lora had checked by looking up the Canturbury Tales by Chaucer.
Uuuuuuuuuuggghhh…
That was extra credit that felt like a punishment detail.
And speaking of punishment…
It was Lora’s turn to read. She cleared her throat and droned, “Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder. Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels. Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies. Elves are glamorous. They project glamour. Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment. Elves are terrific. They beget terror. The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice. Elves are bad.“
Her gran had the entire set. Lora knew because during summers and sick visits, Gran would read some of the more kid-friendly stories to her. They sounded infinitely more interesting than this perpetual grind as Boris struggled with his reading. Making it sound like every individual word was a sentence as he dragged his finger across the page.
Every sentence was a prison sentence. Lora swore the seconds were ticking backwards.
And then the class nerd had her turn. Briefly, sunnily, happily turning the words to life and putting colour into the lesson. She even did voices.
Lora turned to stare. How could Vernia read like that? Like she enjoyed it? She was like Gran. Excited to hear that there was a Pratchett section in their English Lit classes.
Of course Mr Blakely had to interrupt the good reading with a lesson on what Pratchett had meant. Explaining the joke until it died a lonely death in the pits of dullness.
There had to be a better way to learn this stuff.
Maybe she could ask Gran.
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—Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
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“But here’s some advice, boy. Don’t put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That’s why they’re called revolutions.”
― Samuel Vimes, Night Watch
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“But here’s some advice, boy. Don’t put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That’s why they’re called revolutions.”
― Samuel Vimes, Night Watch
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Terry Pratchett is supporting the Dementia Friends campaign
Reblog in honor of this man, all the awesome books he wrote, and all the great work he did.
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