So here's a funny thing. All my life, I've been a reader. Specifically, I've been reading fantasy, science fiction and horror — that spec fic corner of the universe is where I grew up, basically. Like, I was reading Michael Moorcock when I was about 12 (I liked the Dorian Hawkmoon books); they were my mother's, and I was allowed to read pretty much anything as long as I looked up any words that I understand rather than asking adults. It's okay, I did also read a lot of more kid-appropriate stuff too.
But somehow I missed out on getting into Terry Pratchett and then, at some stage, you just look at the list of 50-odd books and it all just seems too much to take in, you know? I missed the boat, that's it, I'll read other things.
Don't get me wrong, I did read a couple of things: my now-husband gave me a copy of The Last Hero, I listened to an audiobook of Jingo, I read The Colour of Magic (honestly, not the best starting point)...but there's a lot of Discworld still untouched.
So here we are in the year of oh god 2025, and I'm starting The Pratchett Project, to read all of the Discworld novels. I'll include the YA ones, may or may not include the Science books, and I'll see how many of the short stories I can lay my hands on. My guide through all this will be this bad boy:
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