Today, we lost one of our own. One of the Greats in the field. I don’t need to explain who Sir Terry Pratchett is – that’s how loved and cherished he is. I can’t bear talking about him in the past tense, because although he’s no longer among the living, the love and laughter he’s given to generations exert a power far stronger than the one any physical death can wield.
The first book I ever read by Pratchett was “Wyrd Sisters”. I was thirteen and it was the year I was studying for high school admission exams. We didn’t have money at the time and I chose to go hungry at school to save the little money I did get for lunch. It took weeks to save enough to buy the slim book, which beckoned from bookstore displays with its magical green cover. Read More In Memory of Sir Terry Pratchett, The Man Who Inspired Me to Write