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The Shepherd's Crown by Terry Pratchett, Rob Wilkins

This is the final Discworld novel, and that made it difficult for me to start. An uncle gifted me The Colour of Magic half my lifetime ago and I was immediately captivated; I’d often come back to random pages just to enjoy a few paragraphs. As I grew up reading them the books changed too, becoming less straight comic fantasy and more thoughtful. Discworld became an exploration of so many aspects life, and there’s no doubt in my mind I was deeply influenced by that. The exchange between Death and Susan in Hogfather on the importance of fantasies to being human is one of my absolute favourite pieces of writing.

I love being able to see these books on the shelf and remember where they fit into my life; laughing out loud at Carpe Jugulum on the train to uni, reading Mort on a camping trip with my brothers, dad, and grandpa, encouraging my mum to give Pyramids (and Good Omens) a chance, so many more. I’ll always treasure the ones gifted to me on my 18th birthday and when I finished high school by my grandparents, their words written inside.

The Shephard’s Crown isn’t the best of Discworld. As explained by Rob Wilkins in the afterword it wasn’t really finished, and that does show. That doesn’t detract from the parts that were though; the death early on and reactions of old characters hit me hard, as I struggled to see through the tears I felt like I’d lost someone I really knew, and in some sense really had. This was an ending, but it’s not the end. Discworld lives on in me and all the others it’s made laugh, think, cry, rage, and hope through so many wonderful stories.

Thank you, Terry.

FOR I CAN SEE THE BALANCE AND YOU HAVE LEFT THE WORLD MUCH BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT, AND IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT...