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The second of Pratchett’s Discworld novels, The Light Fantastic picks up right where The Colour of magic left off, with its protagonist Rincewind (a silly name which I suspect may somehow be sillier in Pratchett’s native England) finds himself miraculously saved from almost certain doom…although it wasn’t miracles, in fact, but an action taken by the Octavio, a book of eight spells so powerful they are actually sentient. Now the Octavio doesn’t normally take action to save bottom rung wizards who find themselves unfortunately in orbit around the Disc, but when Rincewind was still studying to be a wizard, he managed to read one of the spells of the Octavio, and the spell was so powerful it left the book entirely to take up lodging in Rincewind’s head, where it sat, preventing him from using any other spells and occasionally trying to get itself said when he faced an untimely death. So the Octavio saved Rincewind to save the spell on his head, not because they couldn’t have normally gotten it back anyway, but because the end of the world was coming, and they didn’t really want to blow a lot of time getting that done. Are you confused yet? Because we’re really only a few pages in. It seems every Wizard on the Disc wants that spell now, and they’re all trying to find him, along with a host of other baddies they’ve hired; but with the help of some new friends, the Disc’s first tourist, and some magical luggage, he avoids capture, meets new and psychotically dangerous people, and eventually has a chance to save the world. This book, to be completely honest, is kind of a mess. It’s funny, sure, but this is definitely before Pratchett got the hang of balancing parody of genre conventions (Cohen the Barbarian), original genre characterizations (Rincewind himself), and social commentary (um…druidic computer nerds? Somebody help me, here.); most clearly favoring the first of those three. This is, perhaps, where reading Diskworld out of publication order has stifled my enjoyment, since someone coming across this as the second offering from a new author to their experience probably would have just laughed their way through this and not seen where Pratchett’s developing potential could have possibly carried this story to more interesting places. I liked this book reasonably well, and I already know that certain of its characters reappear in other works so I certainly don’t regret reading it for the sake of its backstory, but on its own merits it’s probably the weakest of the Pratchett books I’ve read so far. So…recommended for the Discworld completists, but I think you’ll find more merit for your time exploring the Disc in other books.