It was in 1990 that I discovered Terry Pratchett, so quite early in the Discworld series. I read The Colour of Magic over a weekend away with friends in London and Essex, helping them out at a craft fair at Camden Town Hall, which is just on the other side of Euston Road to St Pancras Station. We stayed with another couple who also had a stall at the fair, who lived in Grays in Essex.
I remember being a bit miffed that The Colour of Magic ended on a cliffhanger, literally, so on the last day of the fair, the Sunday, I walked from Camden Town Hall into Central London in search of a bookshop to buy its sequel. And I've been doing that ever since....
I never got the chance to meet Terry Pratchett, and now I never will. Still miss him though.
I remember being a bit miffed that The Colour of Magic ended on a cliffhanger, literally, so on the last day of the fair, the Sunday, I walked from Camden Town Hall into Central London in search of a bookshop to buy its sequel. And I've been doing that ever since....
I never got the chance to meet Terry Pratchett, and now I never will. Still miss him though.
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