Just this evening, I finished this latest work by Sir Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight.
As with every other of his works that I have read (all the Discworld novels thus far, and a few other works), I feel as though I have just left the company of wise and dear friends too soon, and I have a heart full of hope that I shall see some of them yet again before long.
The British Crown has done itself service to recognize with a knighthood this great and humble man, who has given us a world enough like our own to learn from and laugh at - and laugh with - and yet a world just fantastical and distant enough for us to wonder at, and for us to not take his much needed gentle chidings and kind reproach with anything but the affection and compassion with which they are intended.
He has simultaneously achieved a world more real to the soul than that of The Lord of The Rings, weaved through it stories more humorous and insightful than The Hitchhiker’s Guide series, and befriended his readers with characters richer and more endearing than the Myth and Phule books and Watership Down.
I am and will ever be very grateful to have learned of his work, and I will boldly declare that our world is better for his gifts to us.
PleasedReader