Sir Terry Pratchett died today.
Ever since I was given a copy of ‘Mort’ by a University housemate in 1992, I was hooked on the Discworld books. I now own every single one. I’ve read all of them at least once, most of them twice and some of them several times. Terry Pratchett produced the most consistently funny, insightful and creative stories for over 30 years.
The pace of his writing put other authors to shame. He churned out top quality novels, twice each year. They were always the first thing on my Birthday or Christmas list. “Latest Pratchett, Dave?”, I’d be asked and always nod eagerly in the affirmative.
And it looks like we’ll be lucky enough to see one final Discworld novel from him, “The Shepherd’s Crown”, finished and due to be published later in the year. It’ll be on my Christmas list, as always. “Final Pratchett, Dave?”, I’ll be asked. I’ll still nod, of course, but rather more sadly.
Farewell, PTerry.
Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you. — Small Gods