Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
"This was octarine grass country. Good growing country, especially for corn. And here was a field of it, waving gently between the hedges. Not a big field. Not a remarkable one, really. I was just a field with corn in it, except of course during the winter, when there were just pigeons and crows in it."
I'm not sure why I find Pratchett's writing so funny. But I do, and this book is off to a good start.