Sad news today as Terry Pratchett died. I was eleven years old, when I first read a story of his. This was his short story, Turntables of the Night. After that I began to crave more, and started buying his Discworld books. I devoured almost the whole series during my early teens.
His books weren't just funny, they were also filled with insightful comments about human nature. His television documentary about Alzheimer's was interesting and poignant.
I never got a chance to meet the man at any conventions and, annoyingly, I graduated too late to see him receive his doctorate from the University of Winchester. But I am grateful for his writing the books that kept me amused during my early teens.
Goodbye Terry. You were great.
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