You never realise how much you miss something until it’s gone. And today, that thing is chapters…

I’ve been reading the first few Discworld novels lately. And for a series of books that I love, it’s taking me quite a while to finish each story. I kept wondering why and then I realised… no chapters!

Don’t get me wrong, I love Pratchett’s different style and lack of conformity. It’s what makes his stories so damn good. But it makes it hard to find a logical stopping point when I am reading. Which means that I start to stress that I’ve been reading for too long. After all, I find ig really easy to justify “just one more chapter”. It’s a little less fluid to say just ten more pages…

I also tend to find that the lack of chapters means that I don’t use Discworld stories as my rewards. I tend to let myself read a chapter, then get back into study or housework until I reach a certain point… and repeat. A bit hard to do when there is no dang chapter. So I normally grab one of my other books…

So basically. I love Terry Pratchett’s tales. But I kind of miss chapters. And I didn’t quite realise how important they were to me until they were gone…