Terry Pratchett is a strange individual – that’s all I have to say about that.
The Colour of Magic is supposedly a humorous take on the fantasy genre, but I have to be honest – I didn’t get it. The book seemed to be a series of deus ex machina moves that made no sense and did not really fit together.
Despite the fact that the book is under 200 pages in length, it was painful to read. It probably has something to do with Pratchett being British, I suppose. I felt like the book was trying too hard to be Douglas Addams-esque, and failing all along the way.