Such good fun. I think my favourite character was actually Dog. I loved the inner monologue that went with the Hell Hound!
I don't think I've read a story with so many characters intertwining throughout a story (though, truth be told: I've not read many stories!) - and this book did a superb job of keeping all the characters unique, interesting and coherent.
The story (for me), started fairly light (in heart) and towards the last quarter it goes rather dark - although this may be to be expected as the Armageddon is at hand. This also did wonders for my nightmares (I had three consecutive nights dreaming about my own End Of The World dreams).
I'm also really impressed that two different authors created the story in a way that feels completely unified (and this edition included a Q&A chapter at the end where Pratchett and Gaiman share their process and thoughts on each other).
Really fun stuff and included some real laugh out loud moments. The entire last chapter could have been highlighted too - beautiful closing message.
20 Highlight(s)
Many phenomena – wars, plagues, sudden audits – have been advanced as evidence for the hidden hand of Satan in the affairs of Man, but whenever students of demonology get together the M25 London orbital motorway is generally agreed to be among the top contenders for Exhibit A.
Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
Having a baby is the single most joyous co-experience that two human beings can share, and he wasn't going to miss a second of it. He'd got one of the Secret Service men to videotape it for him.
They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.
You don't have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.'
The Reign of Terror. Was that one of yours, or one of ours?' 'Wasn't it yours?' 'Can't recall. It was quite a good restaurant, though.'
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
muttered business mantras to himself. Do Unto others Before they Do Unto You. Kill or Be Killed. Either Shit Or Get Out of the Kitchen. Survival of the Fittest. Make My Day.
Besides, at eleven years old the Them were beginning to be bothered by the dim conception that laying hands on good ole Pep moved things into blood-thumping categories they weren't entirely at home with yet,
a face which was not so much freckled as one big freckle with occasional areas of skin.
They had once – at Adam's instigation – tried a health food diet for a whole afternoon. Their verdict was that you could live very well on healthy food provided you had a big cooked lunch beforehand.
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.
Newt had always suspected that people who regularly used the word 'community' were using it in a very specific sense that excluded him and everyone he knew.
'I never used to dream when I was a kid,' he said quietly. Newt was aware of skidding around the lip of some deep, unpleasant pit. He mentally backed away.
There was a loud whirring as a couple of geese, thankful to be back in England again after the long, exhausting flight across the Northern Atlantic, landed on the rainbow-slicked water, and sank without trace.
'You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?'
He had done regular live concerts from San Quentin jail until the Civil Rights people got him under the Cruel and Unusual Punishment clause.
It was nice to think that mankind made a distinction between blowing their planets to bits by accident and by design.
'Hey,' he said, but much more weakly this time, 'did any of them kids have some space alien with a face like a friendly turd in a bike basket?' 'Don't think so,' said Crowley. 'Then,' said Sgt Deisenburger, 'they're in real trouble.' He raised his gun.