I was always a lit snob, and had never read any Terry Pratchett. Then, as I was recovering from my foot thing, an ex came to visit and dropped off the 4 books in his Tiffany Aching series. Easy to read when you're fucked up, she said, cleverly written, great messages for a kid or really anyone to read.
Couple of months later I ended up in the hospital with appendicitis, and I brought those books with me. They were perfect for me on painkillers, just as she'd said. I still have a warm feeling for those novels, helping me distract myself and feel good again during a really hard time.
Good on him. I'm bummed he's gone so soon, but he sure left a positive mark on the world.