![]() ![]() I didn’t read Good Omens as often, but like any true cult-classic fan, I held on to my much borrowed, much battered copy across two masters degrees, three jobs and three states. There were other funny books, yes, but I already knew and loved Pratchett’s storytelling and the arc of his ethical universe-and that familiar mix of humour and earnestness was especially comforting at a time when my personal sense of right and wrong seemed at odds with the world around me. ![]() Humour was my only coping mechanism through depression, and reading Discworld made me laugh when little else did. When I went through a particularly bleak personal phase a couple of years later, rereading Discworld obsessively (especially the Witches and Vimes books) helped me feel like I hadn’t entirely lost the parts of myself that made me who I was-my nerdiness, my love for trivia and books, and my propensity for terrible puns and wordplay. ![]()
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