My sister lent me some books of Pratchett. First I read ”Mort”, in Hungarian, and though I’ve found it great, I was surprised because I couldn’t find that famous humour I’ve heard of… Or I didn’t have an eye for that.
The second book I’ve read was ”The colour of magic”, in English. I was literally suffering while reading, because I still didn’t get ”the feeling”. What, who is this, how come, what is this person doing, where are we in space and time…
![:insane:](http://ntsms.megatherion.com/Smileys/default/insane.gif)
But in the middle of the book my attitude changed somehow, I managed to accept the unexpected turns of the book, and I began to enjoy it very, very much…
Now I’m reading ”Moving pictures”, in Hungarian, and I’m crying of laughter. Since I usually read on the subway too, people keep watching me
![:blink:](http://ntsms.megatherion.com/Smileys/default/blink.gif)
when this stupid woman tries to make order on her face or wipes her tears
Good that I didn’t give up.