A cold winter morning and the start of another book. Here’s my copy of Equal Rites (with another stellar Josh Kirby cover), and the cover that was on the library copy I read back in 1995 at the age of twelve. This was the first Discworld book I ever read, and my picking it up was the result of walking up and down the aisles of the children’s section of the library looking for books that had the unicorn stickers on the spines that meant they were fantasy. I remember thinking, ‘Here are four books by this author,* so he must be a pretty good writer. I’ll get this one that says it’s about a witch teaching a girl who’s a wizard, and see if I like it. If I do I’ll get the rest next month.’
I remember it, I can even picture the exact position of the books on the shelves, and yet it’s still hard to imagine a time when I actually thought I’d have to see if a Terry Pratchett book would be something I’d like.
*Equal Rites, Mort, Wyrd Sisters, and The Light Fantastic. Why these were considered books for children but the library’s other Discworld books were over in the ‘grown ups’ section, I’m not sure. But I’m glad these four were where they were, or else things would have been quite different for me. Funny how a quirk of library organization can change a person’s life, hm?