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4.33 AVERAGE
4.33 AVERAGE
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
A deliberate sendoff, joyfully heartbreaking, and a crown for an achievement that needs none.
adventurous
emotional
hopeful
It is with this book, this marvelous, wonderful, infinitely meaningful book, that I complete my journey to read every single one of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books.
It is hard to articulate what Pratchett’s work has been for me these years I’ve been reading him. It’s only appropriate that “The Shepherd’s Crown” deals with loss, both the pain of enduring it and the comfort in sensing that those you’ve lost are never quite so far away as it might seem, because tonight, as I close the cover of the last Discworld book, I feel indeed as if I’ve lost a deep friendship in Pratchett; a man I never got to meet and never will get to meet, but who’s spoken to me for years and years and years, never short of new tales to tell, of new jokes to crack, and new morals to quietly weave in to those tales that leave me pensive for hours after. And of course, as I look on my shelf of over 40 Pratchett books, it occurs to me that maybe he isn’t so far away, after all.
And I think perhaps, though I’ll never know for sure, like Granny Weatherwax, he’d appreciate me thinking that way.
No more tears. Thank you, Terry Pratchett, so much. I hope your ride into the next world, with Death as your guide and Binky as your steed, was a peaceful one, and I’m confident that wherever you are, you ended up in one of the Good Places.
It’s been a while, maybe I should give “The Color of Magic” another read…
It is hard to articulate what Pratchett’s work has been for me these years I’ve been reading him. It’s only appropriate that “The Shepherd’s Crown” deals with loss, both the pain of enduring it and the comfort in sensing that those you’ve lost are never quite so far away as it might seem, because tonight, as I close the cover of the last Discworld book, I feel indeed as if I’ve lost a deep friendship in Pratchett; a man I never got to meet and never will get to meet, but who’s spoken to me for years and years and years, never short of new tales to tell, of new jokes to crack, and new morals to quietly weave in to those tales that leave me pensive for hours after. And of course, as I look on my shelf of over 40 Pratchett books, it occurs to me that maybe he isn’t so far away, after all.
And I think perhaps, though I’ll never know for sure, like Granny Weatherwax, he’d appreciate me thinking that way.
No more tears. Thank you, Terry Pratchett, so much. I hope your ride into the next world, with Death as your guide and Binky as your steed, was a peaceful one, and I’m confident that wherever you are, you ended up in one of the Good Places.
It’s been a while, maybe I should give “The Color of Magic” another read…
It wasn’t that it was a bad book I just burned my attention span out reading the first 4 of the series in under a month 😭😭
I gave this all the stars not because it was perfect or as enthralling as the best of books, not because it was free of problems, or as well-crafted as other stories (even stories by Sir Terry Pratchett himself). No, The Shepherd's Crown gets all my stars because it contained so much of the Discworld and though I will keep revisiting this amazing universe in text, this was the last of its new stories I'll get to read. There were so many wonderful, familiar characters that it was a reunion of sorts. A glorious, epic, witchy reunion full of tears and laughs and cats and goats and people becoming better. That was always a hallmark of Sir Terry's stories: people got better. Sometimes that even meant expanding the definition of people, but that was better, too. My unending thanks to the late, great Sir Terry Pratchett.
Good last book, I'm glad I saw this at the train station!
funny
hopeful
sad
medium-paced
What a lovely book to curl up with on a lazy New Year's Day. A fitting resolution to one of my favorite series as Tiffany Aching comes into her own as the hag o' the hills and learns to fully appreciate the magic in community. Although Rob Wilkins' afterword states that Sir Terry was still finessing details up until his untimely death, his readers have received a small treasure in this final installment.