So...

[stellar_muddle]

What is your favourite Terry Pratchett novel?

Every so many months Z will disappear into "Nightwatch" and not emerge for several hours. Me, I prefer "Thief of Time" * - playing with time, chocolate, Susan... all good. General preference for the later novels rather than the earlier ones, but a definite weakness for the City Watch... and witches.

(This counts as a break from muttering over the Bliaut. A few things need tweaking and I am not good at taking measurements off of preexisting garments - though the fact the older bliaut exists and I know I can take measurements off it is a good thing. Wondering if the torso needs to be shorter so I am not trying to pack quite so much fabric into the crumpled bit, especially as it is wool and not silk or somethign lighter. Currently about 2 1/2 times the length that the lacing will need to cover on my body - now cut to two times and seems far more reasonable. Up to unpicking, resewing, unpicking, resewing...)

* Took up most of this morning...

Comments

[thelancrewitch.livejournal.com]

I loved and adored The Wee Free Men, not least because it finally introduced an avatar for the Elder Daughter of Doom into my favourite game of "What Pratchett character are you?". I also love Night Watch and Going Postal, but I have a weakness for the YA stuff. I think it's much harder to get it right than writing for adults, and when he does it well (like WFM and The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents), he can produce something really splendid.

[auntyyolly.livejournal.com]

Oh HEY! I knew EDOD and I had a reason for getting on so well ... I once did hit a man in the head with a cast-iron frypan! When I read that book, I had a spooky "Someone's been watching me" moment ... (he got better, and I had good reason ...)

I love everything with Sam Vimes in it, partly because he reminds me of J, and I suspect I may be Sybil. Thud and Night Watch are the most dramatically satisfying for my money. Of course, then I also love Susan and Granny, and Tifanny and Ridcully and, oh dear ...