Leonard Nimoy passed recently too, but I am not as affected by that. I'm just not.
Simply put, I am hurting over this. It was years, ago, about 1988 or 89 when I came across this odd little book called "the Color of Magic". It was not his best, that title, for me would have to fall to Reaper Man or Night Watch. But there was something about it, something that caught and held me.
Every new book was a welcome friend since that time: his adult novels, his young adult novels...I'm not going to claim I have every one of his books but I have most.
A Keen Satirical light has gone out of the world, and I think the world is a little bit less fun today because of it.
I need to go re-read my Pratchett books...
|WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?|
PEOPLE'S WHOLE LIVES DO PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE. THE PROCESS IS CALLED 'LIVING'.