My husband has just reminded me that I have, in fact, read more than just those two books more than once. How on earth I could have forgotten the magical planet of Discworld? I have no idea. Maybe it was my Friday Night Cider that’s blame.
Terry Prachett’s Discworld novels are a particular favourite of mind. I love the humour, the twisty plots, the Guards and the Witches. And Death. He’s my fave.
If you haven’t read Terry Pratchett yet, please do. He was a truly wonderful spinner of tales and is sadly missed in this house, let me tell you.
Reaching for Happiness 