My friend Simon read The Colour Of Magic right back then, in one sitting whilst smoking furiously with excitement, and then made me read it, for which I am eternally grateful - thank you Simon. On the spot I chucked Tom Sharpe for Terry (sorry Tom), and haven't looked back (even though I do still re-read Tom's The Throwback as often as I can). I am addicted to the stories and the world and, between new releases, just go right back to the beginning and it gets better each time. It's like visiting very old and wonderful friends and I enjoy it all immensely. I now have kids and I am delighted that my 10 year old daughter loves the books too. She gets lots of odd looks from non-believers when she goes all Discworld and plans to call her new horse Binky.
My youngest is too young for the books but thanks to Sky and their wonderful TV versions, we are filling her head with magic and soon, very soon, she will as hooked as us.
He is a master and I also rather like his pointy hat.