“You haven’t really been anywhere until you’ve got back home.”
Step right up, step right up. It’s the sequel to the color of magic. It’s the light fantastic!
It’s got your terrible puns:
“Rincewind, all the shops have been smashed open, there was a whole bunch of people across the street helping themselves to musical instruments, can you believe that?”
“Yeah,” said Rincewind. “Luters, I expect.”
It’s got your on the nose social commentary
Not for the first time she reflected that there were many drawbacks to being a swordswoman, not the least of which was that men didn’t take you seriously until you’d actually killed them, by which time it didn’t really matter anyway.
And it’s got Rincewind, Twoflower and the luggage back for adventures. This time joined by a toothless barbarian and a rescued virgin and a weird sort of red star thing headed for the discworld. The trapped spell inside Rincewind is stirring and leading them all into shenanigans.
This book is fun as hell and should be read by one and all. And it contains solid life knowledge:
“Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out,” said the shopkeeper. “That’s what I’ve always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.”
Read the color of magic. Then read this. Then read all the other ones. Because you’re worth it.