The annotated life

Gaiman, Pratchett and the end of the world as we know it

Despite my laziness, I’ve been reading quite a bit recently. After The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood, I needed something lighter and Good Omens was the best choice, really. I really love Neil Gaiman’s novels and even though I had never read anything from Terry Pratchett before, I’ve read enough good reviews to want to give him a chance (ha, I’m sooo magananimous).

Anyway, while it didn’t make me laugh like hell, it was definitely funny and worth reading. The book tells the story of the end of the world, sort of. The thing is the Antichrist is born and, eleven years later, he’s bound to bring Armaggedon around. Aziraphale, an angel, and Crowley, a demon, both quite reluctant to let a planet they like so much become history, join forces in a desperate attempt to avoid the whole thing.

Full of unbalanced (for lack of a better word) characters, Good Omens keeps you hooked until the very end, which is imperative for me nowadays, as I seem to have completely obliterated any attention span I might’ve once had. But being so fun to read has a downside, too: the book finished much too quick. Still, can’t really complain about it, as it was way easier for me to carry it around than the one I’m currently reading, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (more on it after I finish reading all the over a thousand pages.