It’s weird, when I think about it, just how long I’ve been reading these books. It used to be more of an on again, off again thing, but lately it’s been a more regular thing.
There are, according to Wikipedia, 41 novels in this universe. I’ve been skipping the YA novels because I would rather read them with/to my children. Discounting the six of them there are 35 “regular” novels. I’ve read 32 of them, at this point, having just finished Making Money last week. Realizing that I only have three left is… mildly depressing.
“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…”―
Alas, Sir Terry is no longer among the living. He lives on in his works though. In fact, they’re so numerous that by the time I finish I can start again from the beginning and half of them will almost be a new experience again.
What’s odd is how I came by the series to begin with. I believe I saw The Colour of Magic made-for-TV movie* on Netflix or something and enjoyed it. Upon seeing mention of it being based on a book I figured if I liked the movie the book is probably better, it usually is. I really liked the book and sort of kept reading them.
It’s hard to say what it is that I like so much about the series. It’s a combination of his writing style, humor, and the cast of characters he has created. I’m a big fan of parody and many of his books are a parody of our reality told in a way I find particularly interesting.
I have started the next book, Unseen Academicals, though I haven’t gotten very far. I’m still trying to find a good balance between writing/reading because most of my writing time was drawn from the reading time. Which reminds me, pretty soon it’ll be time to read Hogfather again.
Y’all take care. In the words of the dog-botherer himself, “Do not let me detain you.”