As of last night, I finished Terry Pratchett’s Mort. I liked it, of course (it’s Pratchett, after all),  but it definitely wasn’t my favorites. It was a lot darker than most of the other ones, and while a lot of the background information in it was interesting (particularly with regards to Albert and the ponderings on Fate and the course of History), it wasn’t as light-hearted or entertaining as a lot of the other ones. Death was, as always, fabulous, but Mort just infuriated me. I ran into the same problem when I read Robin Hobb’s Farseer Trilogy: I loved a lot of the plot and other characters, but couldn’t stand the central character because he was just too much of an idiot. Hopefully Reaper Man will be more satisfying; I look forward to it!

P.S. Rincewind’s cameo made me happy.