Terry Pratchett is one of those writers I love to hate. Pratchett's books always start out with a very interesting and original idea; however, as the book progresses it tends to get bogged down in a flood of novelty, iconoclastic ideals. It always takes awhile for me to finish one of Pratchett's books...I tend to dog it off toward the middle, then come back from time to time, forcing myself onward toward the ending, hoping that by the time I reach the last chapter, that the interesting and original idea that made me want to read the book in the first place makes a comeback.
