Once, a friend paid me a compliment. He said, “You are the most devout ‘irreverent’ person I have ever met.” Okay, maybe it wasn’t a compliment. It was a perplexed, worried statement. I thanked him anyway. As a girl who loves to approach life with humor, even the “serious bits,” as author Terry Pratchett would call them, it’s no surprise I would love the series Good Omens.Continue reading
The world had never seen, nor will see again, an author such as Terry Pratchett. At thirteen years old, readers caught its first glimpse of his satiric humor when he wrote a story about the Devil asking for help in marketing hell, becoming distraught with all the “noisy people” now crowding his “amusement park,” and begging the marketing agent to fix it. Continue reading
HALLOWEEN 2013: BY CAITLIN HORTON
In life, most of us will hear at least a portion of the following: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet…” But what if your name happens to be Moist von Lipwig?
For the main character of two of Terry Pratchett’s novels, Going Postal and Making Money, any other name would be better. Perhaps someone gave Moist this advice as a child, because one way or another, he turned to a dubious life of crime, mostly as a confidence trickster by the name of Alfred Spangler who was so good at his trade he could sell glass as diamonds. Continue reading
MARCH / APRIL 2013: BY CHARITY BISHOP
She heard was a peculiar sort of “wump-wump!”
“Susan!” A face peeked around the edge of the door. “There’s a monster in the basement again!”
Her book snapped shut, and high heeled boots hit the floor. “Go back to bed!” Susan shooed the children into their room and shut the door behind them. She took a poker from the hearth and went downstairs. She stopped. Her brow furrowed. She lowered the poker.
It wasn’t a bogeyman, a dancing skeleton, or even the Death of Rats. It was a strange, large Blue Box, omitting clouds of smoke. Continue reading
MAY / JUNE 2011: BY CHARITY BISHOP
Normality can be challenging if you can walk through walls and see monsters hiding under beds. Susan wants to be left alone and hopes to make others forget her notorious parentage by working as a governess. (Death adopted her parents and as such she inherited certain of his … ah, abilities.) The children are delighted that she can routinely beat up make-believe thugs with fire irons and more than once she has impressed the lady of the house by referring to various Important People by their first name, but all that is about to come to an end when someone comes down the chimney on Hogswatch Eve that isn’t supposed to be delivering presents… Continue reading