P is for Pratchett

I used to work in a library, and I think that is the place where I met his books first. I imagine that I was drawn in by the awesome cover, a festival of colour and crazy looking people.

From the first couple of pages, I fell in love with Terry Pratchett’s wicked and wild mind. I fell in love with the world he had created. I learned that while I hate footnotes everywhere, I loved his footnotes, because they were often the funniest texts in his books.

His characters jumped out of the pages and grabbed me by the hand. I loved them all, the wise, very old witch, the surly cop, the wizzard with the luggage that followed him on its many legs, the barbarian. I loved them all.

My heart broke when I heard about his Alzheimer’s. I knew that beast of a disease, as I was losing my dad to that too.Terry passed away last month, and I am doing the best thing someone who loves an author can do: I am re reading his books, losing myself in his worlds again, and smiling and laughing out loud.

And, as promised in my G post, here is a picture of the title page of Good Omens, the book that both Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman signed (well, Neil forgot to sign, but he did scribble!)

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