The Color of Magic

I'm a big fan of British parody, dry wit and humour, P.G. Wodehouse, Roald Dahl and Douglas Adams, even T.H. White, but for some reason I didn't get on well with this?

Or maybe that's just it? Terry Pratchett being American and my tastes being deeply rooted in British concepts? A bit like climbing an icy mountain with skis instead of crampons.

A bridge too far, fantastical, sprawling and far-fetched for me.

Maybe time for a rethink and re-read at some point?