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begging for slash, books

There should be a word for that nice warm feeling you get when you finish a good book. Postliterary?

Anyhow, I finished Terry Pratchett's Thud in about a day and a half. It made me laugh until the spouse glared at me and put headphones on, and then it made me cry a little bit in a restaurant, damn it, because I'm just susceptible to that sort of thing.

And now I'm wishing that everybody in the world would slash Grag Bashfulsson. With anybody. I'm not picky.

(Oh, and Pratchett wrote a little history of the game on the official website of the game of Thud, which is why I love the internet.)