Author: Terry Pratchett
Location of publisher: London
Year of publication: 1989
Number of pages: 368
Fiction or nonfiction: Fiction
Have I read this book before? No
Date I finished reading it: 2 March 2017
Genres: Fantasy, sci fi, Discworld.
Personal reflections upon reading this text:
I know, I’m terrible.
Why has it taken me some 30+ years to get onto a book series that is roughly as old as I am?
The answer is a little bit sad and similar to my excuse for being slow to the Harry Potter bandwagon:
I didn’t read it because I thought of it as my sister’s thing.
As if her interest in a book series would preclude my own capacity to enjoy it myself. I don’t know. I guess we were similar, yet vastly different people growing up. She had her fantasy stories and cute little English stories; I had my vampire novels and sci fi books.
I first started reading the Discworld books about a year ago. The Husband randomly decided to watch a tv movie of Hogfather, a two-part series based on Pratchett’s novel. I think The Husband read somewhere that it was an INTJ kind of story and as an INTJ he was curious to see what that meant. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to borrow the novel from the library.
I was hooked and over subsequent months borrowed several Terry Pratchett Discworld novels.
They are a little bit hit-and-miss for me: I like some a lot more than others. But I have found all of them very good. So it’s more a case of finding some of them brilliant and others really good.
I enjoyed Pyramids – it was a quick read for me. The funny jokes about quantum mechanics and the clever story of the power of geometry and tradition left me marvelling – as I often do – at how incredibly genius Pratchett must have been. How his funny fiction is often very deep, and shows a profound understanding of all kinds of spheres of human thought.