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Finished Terry Pratchett's Maskerade the other night, since a friend suggested and lent it to me. I think I laughed out loud but once, I don't even remember when. It wasn't bad or anything, it was an entertaining Prachettian romp through the world of opera, with Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax and all of 'em... I dunno. While I like Pratchett and I like Neil Gaiman as well, something about their writing styles just don't... GRAB me, you know? Not like Douglas Adams's writings do. (I'm exceptionally fond of The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul and Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, for example)
I guess it's like how some people like Charles Dickens and some people loath him, and some people like Heinlein and others prefer Asimov. One's own experiences and particular sense of humor affect how one reads and perceives any work, and some works strike a chord and others... do not.
(Incidentally... Greebo as a human... Hugh Jackman? Anyone? ;3 )
Words words words.
I guess it's like how some people like Charles Dickens and some people loath him, and some people like Heinlein and others prefer Asimov. One's own experiences and particular sense of humor affect how one reads and perceives any work, and some works strike a chord and others... do not.
(Incidentally... Greebo as a human... Hugh Jackman? Anyone? ;3 )
Words words words.