Yesterday I wrote a post all about anger. I was mad and ready to explode and then at 4pm I heard the news that Terry Pratchett had died. In an instant my rage was gone and everything that had sent me into the anger spiral seemed trivial and unimportant.
Terry Pratchett was one of my favourite authors. I started reading discworld books as a teenager and continued to read them to this day. They have the power to cheer me up no matter how sad I am and are the only books to make me laugh out loud.
My favourite ones are the Guards but I also loved the Witches, Wizards, Death, Tiffany Aching and Susan Sto Heliat. I was never that fond of Rincewind but the Luggage holds a special little place in my heart.
The first book I ever read was Guards Guards and the dread portal passage is one of my favourites so remember the Significant Owl hoots in the night yet many grey lords go sliently to masterless men and the caged whale knows nothing of the mighty deeps - that's mighty not nightly
Death is not cruel, merely terribly terribly good at his job