Thank You

The first Discworld novel I remember reading was ‘Maurice and his Educated rodents’ I remember picking a copy off the shelf in my local library, and I can’t remember how old I was probably somewhere between 13-15

Then I remember being 16, sitting on the fence outside the ‘animal centre’ on my campus when I was on the ‘summer school’ for my introductory diploma in land and environment, not knowing anyone there and reading Guards Guards.

I started accumulating his books at a steady pace, picking up second hand and often very ‘well loved’ copies from my local charity shops and bootfairs.

I devoured them,  often reading books out of synch and yet that never really mattered it seemed. It was easy enough to do so, easy enough to pick up what was going on in this fantastic world that was carried by elephants and coasted through space on the back of a turtle. A world that whilst fantastical sometimes seemed very similar to our own.

A world where absurd things happened however a lot of them when you looked at them a little bit more were very similar to things that actually happened, what people thought.

A world where it wasn’t all about noble warriors and wicked witches, a world where there was the ‘little people’ where mention was made of just how living in a fantasy universe would affect day to day life, a world where the farmers were just as important as the wizards. A world where I was told about what the innkeeper was thinking beyond him being a background character, a prop even for the main characters.

A world where not everything was prophecy and grand quests, a world where I would quite happily read about the day to day duties of keeping order in twin cities that had regulated thieves and zombies who wanted rights.

A world where they told you, showed you how the world worked rather than it just being a backdrop. A world that told me just how long a coach took to make a journey or how long it took for crops to grow and didn’t just treat them as boring details no one cared about.

A world that lived, a world that breathed, with a heartbeat where it wasn’t just focused on a sole hero on a quest, it focused on everyone.

Thank you Sir Terry Pratchett.