First Sentence:

Against the stars a turtle passes, carrying four elephants on its shell.

Currently reading this next (and last of Rincewind I hear) installment of the Discworld Series. I’m looking forward to reading it after reading a reveiw that said:

There is something gravely amiss with the time-space continuum of the Discworld. Rincewind, our faithful anti-hero who has unknowingly rescued the multiverse from several terminal and quite annoying endings, is stuck in a desolate desert somewhere in a country called EcksEcksEcksEcks. Just a few moments ago he was still hanging around the Island of Agatea, but due to some last minute luck was teleported to his current torment. At least he now has no need to run away from sharp objects and his only concern is to find the next waterhole. No worries. Only, when was the last time you he had a decent conversation with a Kangaroo? But help is on the way: the elite corps of the Unseen University, lead by Archchancellor Ridcully, is on a mission to rescue their lost son. And they are very close. Only one slight detail went wrong: they missed their target by about 300000 years.

In The Last Continent Terry Pratchett has a go at Australia and its strange peculiarities. The result is, as can be expected, a very humorous view on kangaroos, aborigines and corks on strings. But the book offers more than a never-ending flow of Crocodile Dundee puns, it also gives a quite interesting view on time travel and the potential danger of treading on ants that might influence your future in the past. The introduction of the university’s housekeeper, Mrs. Whitlow, leads to an avalanche of in between sheets jokes. But the absolute hilarious episodes of the book start when Rincewind meets the Discworld version of Priscilla Queen of the Desert. I never expected that leather and high heels were that popular in the Discworld.