Wings, the third book of the Nomes by Terry Pratchett.
"you re not suggesting we steal a plane!" " Well it can't be harder than stealing a truck,"
This is the story of Those who went away, Maskilin, Angalo, Gurder and "The Thing".
After their enormous (for Nomes) adventure in truckers Maskilin, Angalo and Gurder leave the quarry.
Gurder is leaving to find "Grandson Richard Arnold, 39" living deity and grandson of his God "Arnold Bros (est 1905)" in the hope that he will refresh his faith and explain the world in terms he can understand.
Angalo is leaving to find "Grandson Richard Arnold, 39" human and grandson of one of the arnold brothers who built the store in 1905, mainly to prove Gurder wrong but also to write his masterpeace "A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Enquiring Young Nome".
Maskilin is leaving because the thing told him to. He is to travel to Florida wherever that is and find a satellite so The Thing can find the ship to take them HOME.
This a good solid book with real people and situations but sadly it is for children, its plot line is a bit to simple for anyone over about 8 years old. However it is a very good bedtime book for the younger ones.
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Showing posts with label Terry Pratchett. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A Bright New Dawn.
Diggers, The second book of The Nomes by Terry Pratchett.
"I said don't press it! Did i say press it? I said don't press it!!"
After the epic journey in Truckers, The Nomes have settled in a quarry and a Bright New Dawn is coming for them all, or is it?
Maskilin has gone on a journey to find Grandson 39 and hasn't come back...
Nisodemus the mad Nome is inciting riots, trying to grab power and throwing doubt...
Dorcas has found a strange monster call Jekub buried in the hill....
The weather is growing cold, puddles are going solid and frozen bits of sky are falling from above.
The Store Nomes are confused and unsure of their new environment.
And the humans are returning...
Can Grimma fight them off?, will Maskilin return alive?
Again this is a good solid story, with nice 3D characters and backgrounds, a very good story for younger readers. I feel a bit sorry for the humans in Diggers, I'm glad I'm not one.
"I said don't press it! Did i say press it? I said don't press it!!"
After the epic journey in Truckers, The Nomes have settled in a quarry and a Bright New Dawn is coming for them all, or is it?
Maskilin has gone on a journey to find Grandson 39 and hasn't come back...
Nisodemus the mad Nome is inciting riots, trying to grab power and throwing doubt...
Dorcas has found a strange monster call Jekub buried in the hill....
The weather is growing cold, puddles are going solid and frozen bits of sky are falling from above.
The Store Nomes are confused and unsure of their new environment.
And the humans are returning...
Can Grimma fight them off?, will Maskilin return alive?
Again this is a good solid story, with nice 3D characters and backgrounds, a very good story for younger readers. I feel a bit sorry for the humans in Diggers, I'm glad I'm not one.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A Journey of sorts.
Truckers, the first book of The Nomes by Terry Pratchett
They are only 4 inches tall...
Truckers tells the story of Maskilin, Grimma and the old people's hardships and their subsequent escape attempt. It also tells the story of The Store.
This is a very nice story, it's plot is good but direct and the characters are believable enough but i'm afraid that it is not a young adult book it is more directed at children.
Most of the things you are hunting are also hunting you...
Maskilin must hunt ferocious beasts, gather enormous amounts of food and perform all the finicky and back breaking maintenance for the 8 very old and cranky people he lives with.
Grimma does the cooking, the cleaning and the reassuring needed in any household/hole in the ground. A journey of sorts.
They are only 4 inches tall...
Truckers tells the story of Maskilin, Grimma and the old people's hardships and their subsequent escape attempt. It also tells the story of The Store.
This is a very nice story, it's plot is good but direct and the characters are believable enough but i'm afraid that it is not a young adult book it is more directed at children.
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Signs in the dark..
Thud! a Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett.
The Dwarf bled alone in the mud and darkness....
The Dwarf bled alone in the mud and darkness....
There once was a time when Sam was one of only three policeman in anka-morpork. He was for the most part drunk, greasy, single, happy and as free as a bird. Sadly not any more. Sam Vimes is the current Duke of Anka-Morpork and police chief of the same he has a wife, a butler and worst of all responsibility. Though he is ashamed to admit it, he is loving it.
These perks do not come without problems to solve. The Dwarfs are getting angry and secretive, the Trolls are wearing more lichen and carrying bigger clubs, there is a government inspector loose in his watch, he is expected to hire a Vampire of all things and Koom valley day, the historic start of dwarf-troll hatred, is looming along with a civil war. He must do something!
But every night without fail at 6:00 Sam Vimes must read "Where's my cow?" to his little son.
There are some things you have to do.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
One at a time.
What happens when Death goes on holiday?
Windle Poons is 130 and like all good wizards he knows when he will die, it just happens to be tomorrow and he's been looking forward to it for a very long time.
After a bit of a party Windle Poons dies and his spirit leaves his body only to find that there is.... nowhere to go. Being a pragmatic sort of person Mr Poons goes back. He finds that as a dead person he is more alive, more in control and certainly more mobile than he has been in years.
Windle Poons begins to have fun...
A new zombie on the loose isn't the only odd thing happening on the Discworld, clothing is getting up and walking away, furniture is putting down roots and things are starting to float around. The cause of all this, it seems, is an excess of life. You see Death does not kill you, he just takes away your life and without him the life just floats around wondering what to do with itself.
The problem is that Death is having a holiday as a human pending his permanent and enforced retirement. The Auditors of Reality have decided that Death is too slow and nice and are bringing in a new model. So Death gets to find out what it means to be human and he likes it....
There are also strange snow globes appearing in the nooks and crannys of Anka-Morpork......
Classic Terry Pratchett book, not one of his better works in my opinion but as original and good as usual, worth a read anytime.
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
A balancing act
The post office is running smoothly on mountains of paperwork. Moist von Lipwig is tipped to become chairman of the merchants guild complete with goldish chain and he has a beautiful chain-smoking golem-hunting girlfriend Adora.
Moist von Lipwig is trapped in chains of goldish.....
When the old crook is offered a post as chairman of the Royal Mint and the Bank, his heart leaps at the chance to escape the boring bureaucracy, stifling security and the chains of goldish. He is warded off by the inbred insane and rich lavish family, the gold loving semi-vampiric Chief Cashier and the giant glowing gurgling glass Glooper lurking in the cellar.
Fearing death or worse Moist sadly declines the offer.
Then Mrs Lavish steps into his life. Current manager and chairman of the bank, a Mk1 feisty old lady with an embarrassing sense of humour and a gleeful pleasure in mild cruelty. As fast as she enters his life; she sadly exits hers. She inflicts a final cruel prod in her will, she leaves 50% of the banks shares to a small dog named Mr Fusspot who already owns one percent.
She then leaves the dog to one Moist Von Lipwig........
This leaves poor old Moist in exactly the same position he was trying to avoid. He is now the owner of, one Royal Mint that runs at a loss, one bank currently in dispute by the insane and rather murderous Lavishes and finally one very rich dog named Mr Fusspot who needs to go for walkies at least once per day.
This is a good yarn with a well put across message as well as being very very funny and insane................ Completely insanee Ha Hah Hah Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahahahahah!!!!
just kidding lol, this book is thoroughly recommended by me.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Selling the Sizzle.
Going Postal, a discworld novel by Terry Pratchett.
Moist Von Lipwig is a face in the crowd, even when he is by himself.
He uses his natural gifts of a unremarkable face, irresistible showmanship and a silver tongue to defraud, trick, pass false cheques and generally relieve fools of their money.
As fools like to keep hold of their various monies, some less than foolish persons have tracked him down, caught him and thrown him into an Ankh-Morpork jail cell for the six weeks he has before he is to be hanged. For six weeks Moist has been chipping away with a spoon at the crumbling mortar around the large stone in the wall to which he is chained. His spoon is now a stub, his mattress is full of mortar and the rock is almost free. One last tug and it is free and behind it he finds.......
.......... Another spoon, another rock and some suspiciously new mortar. He whimpers. The guards walk and see that the rock is free, one of them grumbles and hands the other some money.
After a short explanation of why he was led to believe he could win his freedom involving "occupational therapy", "keeps you from moping" and "the greatest gift of all, hope" he is taken to the gallows and hung. CRACK! The lights go out.
"Mr Lipwig, Have you ever heard of Angels?"
After being hung to within an inch of his life Moist von Lipwig is offered a choice, be hung for real or aid the ailing Ankh-Morpork postal service.
It is a tough decision.
I am a bit of a diehard Terry Pratchett fan but this is one of the prime examples of his work, just real enough to be believable but the situations and people are quite literally out of this world, a lively and likeable contrast to the normal and ploding plot lines of most other books, have fun reading it =)
Moist Von Lipwig is a face in the crowd, even when he is by himself.
He uses his natural gifts of a unremarkable face, irresistible showmanship and a silver tongue to defraud, trick, pass false cheques and generally relieve fools of their money.
As fools like to keep hold of their various monies, some less than foolish persons have tracked him down, caught him and thrown him into an Ankh-Morpork jail cell for the six weeks he has before he is to be hanged. For six weeks Moist has been chipping away with a spoon at the crumbling mortar around the large stone in the wall to which he is chained. His spoon is now a stub, his mattress is full of mortar and the rock is almost free. One last tug and it is free and behind it he finds.......
.......... Another spoon, another rock and some suspiciously new mortar. He whimpers. The guards walk and see that the rock is free, one of them grumbles and hands the other some money.
After a short explanation of why he was led to believe he could win his freedom involving "occupational therapy", "keeps you from moping" and "the greatest gift of all, hope" he is taken to the gallows and hung. CRACK! The lights go out.
"Mr Lipwig, Have you ever heard of Angels?"
After being hung to within an inch of his life Moist von Lipwig is offered a choice, be hung for real or aid the ailing Ankh-Morpork postal service.
It is a tough decision.
I am a bit of a diehard Terry Pratchett fan but this is one of the prime examples of his work, just real enough to be believable but the situations and people are quite literally out of this world, a lively and likeable contrast to the normal and ploding plot lines of most other books, have fun reading it =)
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