Originally Posted to GoodReads: July 25, 2016
I really and sincerely do not know what I just read... like, I know what happened. I know I read The Color of Magic. I know that a series of events took place in the book. I could tell you what that series of events was, probably even in order. I could not tell you what the point of it was. I could not tell you the motivation behind the events other than this: "Apparently Fate wants Rincewind and Twoflower dead... for some reason, which no one gets to know."
I feel like The Color of Magic tried too hard to be The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I enjoyed Hitchhiker's. I could follow Hitchhiker's. Hitchhiker's makes sense. The Color of Magic just doesn't hang together, in my opinion. I just... what? Why? Huh?
This thing happened. This other thing happened. There was some bit of world-building in each area. There was increasingly weird world-building elsewhere. There were asides with "gods" and semi-imaginary dragons, and then this alien water-troll thing. And the day is saved because sapient pearwood... except not, apparently. And then... the end of Divergent before that was even a thing... And I just can't.
Also, apparently octarine is yellow-green or something.
My original plan was to go ahead and read the entire Discworld series but... that's no longer on my to-do list. Re-gifting this travesty of a book to someone who will enjoy it definitely is, though.
A Note From Present Me
It has come to my attention that reading Discworld in order is a bad idea. Instead one ought to read certain storylines? I don't know, but I will eventually be reading the Death arc... at some point in the future.
