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Of Small Gods and Great Men

I remember reading Pratchett for the first time, back in my early twenties. I went to Dreamhaven in Minneapolis, where they had the UK imports with the Kirby covers, and I would buy one every few weeks when I could afford them.

I enjoyed the first few--they were fun enough to keep reading--and then I got to Small Gods and I remember actually yelling at the book "Where were you when I was sixteen and needed you?"

Then I found the guards and Granny Weatherwax and...well, yeah.

Eventually I found people who also understood these things. I am not saying that you have to love Pratchett to be cool, but a great many cool people do love Pratchett. (I also remember the point where I completely wrote off a job when I tried to explain Hogfather to the boss and he told me that it sounded really stupid.)

Reviewers compare my writing to Pratchett's occasionally. It is enormously flattering and also a bit frightening. That is a terrifyingly high bar to set a book up to clear, and very few books can actually stick the landing. I suspect that by now the readers have learned to be a little skeptical of such reviews, because no one did it like he did.

It's easy to be funny. It's hard to be humane. To put both on the same page and not give the reader whiplash is a rare and extraordinary talent.

I'm glad he finished the Aching books before he left.

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I've been a wreck all morning and I was hoping you might have maybe written something about this already, so I am relieved and very grateful that you have. Here is the group of people that I have been looking for that understand what we have lost.

I *did* get to have Discworld in my teens. I started reading Pratchett's work when a friend I made in summer camp loaned me her copy of "Equal Rites", very quickly followed by "Sourcery", "The Color of Magic", "Small Gods", and "Feet of Clay". I was 8 years old when I started and I have never looked back. I'll turn 30 this year. That means that the Disc was there for me during puberty, the onset of PMS, meeting and dating my first boyfriend (who is now my husband of 5 years), and all of the travails that unavoidably come from living and taking care of people you love.

I have to teach my biology students today. It's a college course and a lab section at that, so I have the time to do a moment of silence...but I know most of my students won't know who Terry Pratchett was. I'll wear my one geeky Disc shirt today and my husband has promised me I can get others (he is a very kind, understanding person). I still have to get a hold of my mother and warn her that there will be no more Rincewind. Can we just cancel today? I want to go hug my books.

Re: Ursula, thank you.

From one teacher to another, best of luck.

I was thanking gods large and Small earlier today that I found out *after* the last student had finished their exam and left. Meant I could weep without distracting, or distraction.

Re: Ursula, thank you.

I am glad you had that! I kept thinking about the Librarian meeting Terry...and then realizing over and over again that there was no more Terry to write the story.

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