When people ask me which authors are easily the best in their genre, heck even the best across the board, Terry Pratchett's name (along with Neil Gaiman) comes tumbling out like the spell Rincewind flunked out of the Unseen University with firmly stuck in his mind. I cried for Terry Pratchett the same way I cried for Chester Bennington - just a few artists who shaped my mind as a teen. I probably wouldn't have studied what I studied were it not for them oh and my high school English teacher who made me fall inlove with the macabre tale of Macbeth. So, how do I sum up the Discworld in a thought?

It is a treasure trove of true escapism.

I am rereading the series and in The Colour of Magic, we are introduced to the Great A'Tuin as he swims to infinity carrying the world on his back, albeit with the help of a couple of ginormous elephants trotting along on his shell. So anyway, here we are, on the disc and octarine is the name of the game. Because, magic has a colour, or rather a hue that is but an echo of a time when Magic was untamed and wild. This book is all kinds of colourful and fun.

⦁Great Characters: Rincewind the flunky wizard, check. Twofoot, the optimistic and thoroughly clueless and wanderlustful tourist from the counterweight continent, check. and MORT who speaks LIKE THIS, check.

⦁Insane adventures: Read the one about the Wyrmberg and get back to me on that. Dimensional planes existing together and for a second, bursting at the seams from flying a dragon to walking down the aisles of a plane looking utterly confused. Rincewind is a "wizard" but he'd rather have science - a word he can't articulate for a feeling that there should be something out there better than magic.

⦁Endless Curiosities: At every turn, when Pratchett introduces an idea, the reader (well this reader at least) is latched onto it and sees it to the very end. I had to physically shut the book after each story so I could get on with the business of the humdrum of everyday life, lest I ground to a halt and finish the book in just one sitting. At least it made me savor each tale.

Finally, the dance between Mort and Rincewind is particularly entertaining. I can't recommend this book enough - you over there ordering McDonalds - read Discworld! Oi, over there waiting at the DMV for your licence - read Discworld! And how could I forget you, scrolling through Netflix with nothing to watch after they cancel everything twice over - read Discworld!.