"They are the small gods-the spirits of places where two ant trails cross, the gods of microclimates down between the grass roots. And most of them stay that way."
Written by the recently deceased Terry Pratchett (Rest easy, good bean.), Small Gods is the thirteenth of his billion book series, Discworld. The story takes place, of course, in the whimsical realm of Discworld. A flat disc balanced on the back of four elephants, Discworld stands atop the shell of a giant turtle that swims through the wide expanse of the universe.
In Small Gods, you will meet Ohm, a once widely worshipped god that now, nearly forgotten, is trapped in the body of a tortoise. Ohm's only hope to regain power lies in his last true believer, a simpleton gardener and accidental prophet named Brutha.
"Oh!", you cry. "But I cannot read this book! I haven't the time to read a billion book series!".
Never fear, friend. Small Gods can stand alone on your bookshelf. You can, if you wish, dive into Pratchett's other Discworld tales, but no enrichment will be sacrificed if you choose only to read Small Gods.
There are a good many things I could say to convince you to read this book. I could tell you that it voices astronomical truths in a simple, honest voice, a voice like the ones bubbling in a room of old friends exchanging stories, or like the benevolent baritone of a silver-haired fellow reading fairy tales to his grandchildren. I could also tell you that Small Gods contains a delightfully grimy abundance of jokes that your pursed-lipped second grade teacher might not approve of.
Whether you choose to pick this book up for a chuckle, an escape into a world more vivid than the one around you, or to simply shut me up, I hope that you enjoy it. I hope that Small Gods brings you the happiness that it gave me, and maybe, if you're feeling up to it, I hope that it inspires you to dream up some Discworlds of your own.
-Recommended by Penelope Frew (Community Member)
Written by the recently deceased Terry Pratchett (Rest easy, good bean.), Small Gods is the thirteenth of his billion book series, Discworld. The story takes place, of course, in the whimsical realm of Discworld. A flat disc balanced on the back of four elephants, Discworld stands atop the shell of a giant turtle that swims through the wide expanse of the universe.
In Small Gods, you will meet Ohm, a once widely worshipped god that now, nearly forgotten, is trapped in the body of a tortoise. Ohm's only hope to regain power lies in his last true believer, a simpleton gardener and accidental prophet named Brutha.
"Oh!", you cry. "But I cannot read this book! I haven't the time to read a billion book series!".
Never fear, friend. Small Gods can stand alone on your bookshelf. You can, if you wish, dive into Pratchett's other Discworld tales, but no enrichment will be sacrificed if you choose only to read Small Gods.
There are a good many things I could say to convince you to read this book. I could tell you that it voices astronomical truths in a simple, honest voice, a voice like the ones bubbling in a room of old friends exchanging stories, or like the benevolent baritone of a silver-haired fellow reading fairy tales to his grandchildren. I could also tell you that Small Gods contains a delightfully grimy abundance of jokes that your pursed-lipped second grade teacher might not approve of.
Whether you choose to pick this book up for a chuckle, an escape into a world more vivid than the one around you, or to simply shut me up, I hope that you enjoy it. I hope that Small Gods brings you the happiness that it gave me, and maybe, if you're feeling up to it, I hope that it inspires you to dream up some Discworlds of your own.
-Recommended by Penelope Frew (Community Member)