Snuff Love

Oh, happiness. I just finished Terry Pratchett’s Snuff. I literally sighed when I finished. I can’t deny the awesomeness of a book with lines like these:

– …small talk that would barely be visible under a microscope…;
– Vimes sniffed. You learned to smell blood. It smelled like metal. Now, people would say that metal doesn’t smell, it does, but it smells like blood;
– …you should never react to any comment or situation until you had decided exactly what you were going to do. This had the dual attraction of preventing you from saying or doing the wrong thing while at the same time making other people extremely nervous;
-there was a tinkle and a glint* (*A glint is, in fact, a visual tinkle.);
– He tied his thoughts in a knot under his chin…;
– Little crimes breeding big crimes. You smile at little crimes and then big crimes blow your head off;
– Ankh-Morpork being what it was, there was already a Smell Preservation Society;
– Vimes blew away the pink cloud of embarrassment;
– Some parts of his body reported for duty, others protested that they had a note from their mother.

I felt like I was reading a mixture of Wodehouse, Sayers and Tolkien…but, of course, not really. Oh, joy. I love a good book.

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