I found this to be a beautiful and poignant description of
life and what it means to live. Pratchett’s comic, ever-present political and
personal analyses will stick with you too, but when I closed this book, I felt
uplifted and renewed.
The character of Death is ‘fired,’ and finds himself with
time, something that has not existed for him before. He knows just what to do –
spend it. As death learns about life and time, so does the reader. And if, at
the end, you do not find yourself with a desire to stand in a wheat field and
listen to the wind, I’ll eat my scythe.
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