I present to you: The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett!
Are you getting tired of seeing the same grumpy owl next to yet another Discworld book?
Well, too bad. The owl is not going to stop being grumpy and I got enough Discworld books left to reread to last me until the end of February.
This is the very first book in the series and, unlike the later ones, it has absolutely no plot, but lots of humor and insanity, and sometimes that’s just what you need.
(Or give my some ideas for new blog posts, so we can get a bit of variation on this site…)
The Colour of Magic
by Terry Pratchett
In the beginning there was…a turtle.
Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld, a parallel time and place which might sound and smell very much like our own, but which looks completely different.
Particularly as it’s carried though space on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown). It plays by different rules.
But then, some things are the same everywhere. The Disc’s very existence is about to be threatened by a strange new blight: the world’s first tourist, upon whose survival rests the peace and prosperity of the land.
Unfortunately, the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers, mercenaries and, well, Death, is a spectacularly inept wizard…