This wasn't my first Pratchett book -- that was Color of Magic -- but it is the book that sent me back to Pratchett and since drained my bank account. These days, I own everything written by Pratchett except Carpet People. And I'll probably add that some day. I picked up the cartoon version of Wyrd Sisters and ran it one night as I was wrapping Christmas packages. Halfway through listening to it and sticking myself to shiny paper, I started to chuckle and then to laugh out loud. Next day, I went out and bought the book so I could read all the bits obviously left out. Then I bought the next Witches book, and then the Small Gods, and then... Today, Mr. Pratchett's real estate extends over several of my bookshelves. I could use the space but can't bear to give up any of his novels. Every now and then, I just need to Pratchett binge. It's not pretty but it sure is fun!