“Pyramids” by Terry Pratchett (1989)

“Nothing but stars, scattered across the blackness as though the Creator had smashed the windscreen of his car and hadn’t bothered to stop to sweep up the pieces.”

I’ve made a couple of forays into Discworld and never been hugely keen. It’s odd, because everything about them seems like something I should be down with, but I just can’t get into them. After The Colour of Magic and Mort, I thought it was time to give it at least one more try, so here I am at Pyramids.

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