Normally, I devour books. I pick up a book and don’t put it down until I’ve turned the last page. I find myself savoring this one. I’m reading one short chapter at a time. I don’t want this to be the last new Terry Pratchett novel I ever read, but it will be. I was lucky enough to hear him speak at ComicCon a few years ago, but I never really met him or talked with him personally. I only know him as a fan. But I know his books, his characters, the worlds he created. I have lived in those worlds. I think I would have liked the man. I know I like the author. I will miss the next story he would have written. So I’m savoring this one, his last, my last. But others will discover his worlds, and a little bit of Terry Pratchett will live on in each of us who has devoured and savored the taste of his words.