Pyramids by Terry Pratchett
While
reading a Pratchett I usually feel that I’m part of a group of people enjoying
an in-joke. In the case of this book however, I constantly felt I was missing
the joke.
At the
start of the read I kept waiting for something to happen. While I got a lovely
insight into how the Assassins’ Guild is run and conducts its final
examination, I was left rather baffled as to where all this was leading.
The
first 250 pages seem steeped in great sadness. I could not shake this feeling,
especially when reading sections about High Priest Dios as he desperately
clings on to power through the manipulation of time and aging.
I came
away from the remainder of the hero’s wanderings through the desert and other
dimensions parched and in desperate need of a waterhole. I struggled to finish
this one. Overall I was left feeling hollow, like one of those doughnuts with
the hole in the middle. So I’m very glad I’ve got Guards! Guards! to move on to
as I’ve been told it’s epic.
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