I've been hearing good things about Pratchett's Discworld novels for quite a long time now, so I figured I'd pick one up and see for myself. Alas, I've found that they are not to my taste. The humor is all about juxtaposition and non-sequitur, and after you've read thirty pages, you learn to anticipate most of the jokes, or at least become inured to them. Back when I was twelve and thought Douglas Adams was the best writer on the planet, I would have loved this book. Now, however, I'm a little bored by it. That probably says more about me than it does about Pratchett's writing.