I finally understand what all the fuss has been about. I’ve long put off reading any Pratchett, because his books were always on the shelf exactly where Mervyn Peake should have been. I’m glad I gave in, and tried this book. Pratchett does a great job of putting a new spin on some of my favorite tropes. The satire kept me chuckling like a simpleton throughout. As I started reading the last 10 pages, I started getting that sinking feeling you get when you suddenly realize that the TV show you’ve just watched for the last 45 minutes is just part 1 of 2, but I found the ending to be very apropos, considering the style of the rest of the book. I guess the one thing this book made me realize most, though, is that my luggage is entirely too boring.
Review: The Color of Magic