I stayed up until three am this morning to finish a book. I had begun to think that I was too old for that sort of thing to ever happen again. I’m very happy to be wrong.
I stayed up for all the best reasons one stays up to finish a book: because I wanted to know what happened, because I was continually interested in what was happening right at that moment; because I was having too good a time to let it stop.
It restores your faith in Wonderful Things.
The book is called Nation, by Terry Pratchett.
This isn’t a Discworld novel. It’s not a comedy; it’s not a pun-filled romp. This is simply a fine, fine author writing what I personally believe to be his best book.
This is a book you stand alongside The Princess Bride, waiting impatiently for the day you can share it with your children. If you know me, you know what kind of praise that comparison carries.
Find it. Read it.