“Listen, there are forty-one books in this series that’s been going since the 80′s, so it’s going to be a little daunting! Luckily there are at least forty-one approaches to the reading order, so you’ve got options! Just…don’t start with The Color of Magic, for god’s sake. I mean, theoretically, yes, you could read them in order but hell, who would want to? Start with Guards! Guards!, he’s got the hang of the thing by then. Personally, I read them using this chart!”
At which point they’ll pull out this lovingly made infographic that probably has sodding footnotes to boot, they’re so goshdarn helpful about it, when honestly, none of us really care which order you read them in, as long as you read them somehow.
Just…don’t judge the series by The Light Fantastic, wait to read that one after you’ve finished Soul Music or something and feel brave enough to go back. Seriously, the first few books aren’t BAD or anything, but they’re like comparing a sketch in Leonardo’s notebook to The Last Supper.
Discworld fandom gatekeepers do gatekeeping about as well as Ankh-Morpork does. We just let you in, and before you’ve turned around twice you’ve spent all your money and live here, and for all intents and purposes you’re one of us.
For those of you who do start with The Colour of Magic and the Light Fantastic, and go in chronological order, you’re gold too because you get to see how great the whole universe evolves.
To put it in a better way: The Colour of Magic and The Light Fanatstic are like those two movies that launched a multiverse and got demoted to weird prequel status over time.
i decided to take advantage of the long weekend and bring you more of this dumbass au. the next few weeks are gonna be a bit busy for me but maybe i’ll be able to throw one more in.
If you like Brooklyn 99, you should read Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books, specifically the City Watch books, because they’re basically Brooklyn 99 but British, written 10-30 years ago, and set in a pseudo-medieval society that’s undergoing its industrial revolution.
There is a scene in Jingo where Sam Vimes learns of the growing nationalist tension and upcoming military action, hears one of his officers and best friends say the same casually racist things he’s said for thirty years about a brown-skinned foreigner that, by the way, he’s perfectly friendly to, calls him into his office, and says No.
This is a thing we are Not Going To Do Anymore, Fred. I know that you’ve been saying this for the last thirty years, Fred. It’s not offensive all of a sudden, Fred, it’s been offensive this whole time and I haven’t cared enough before, but it’s Time To Be Better, Fred.
“He wanted to go home. He wanted it so much that he trembled at the thought. But if the price of that was selling good men to the night, if the price was filling those graves, if the price was not fighting with every trick he knew… Then it was too high.”
➽ Idris Elba old Vimes // John Boyega as young Vimes
For as long as she’d known him, Sam Vimes had been vibrating with the internal anger
of a man who wants to arrest the gods for not doing it right.
Avelera 