Soul Music by Terry Pratchett

Death goes walk-about and tries everything, including joining the French Foreign Legion, to forget a tragic carriage accident at dead man's curve. His independent-minded teen granddaughter has to surreptitiously take over the reaping biz. Three guys invent music with rocks in it or did the magick in this music invent them? Is time changing or - déjà vu all over again- is it rushing to a new tragedy on Dead Man's Curve?

Muy divertido. Quise ver más de Muerte en este libro, pero me gustaron los otros personajes.

I have mixed feelings about this one. The story is quite gripping, and it introduces Susan, the granddaughter of Death, and one of the Disc's best characters. I like Susan, although here she's still a teenager, inexperienced and somewhat unsure of herself.

On the other hand, the main purpose of this story is to introduce the Disc to rock music, and I don't think the two go together. In the absence of an electricity supply, only magic can make rock music go at all.

Then, Pratchett starts taking it all a bit too seriously, and starts worrying about rifts in the fabric of the universe because someone hasn't died when he was supposed to.

I don't require him to be funny all the time, but when he's serious it works for me only sometimes, and this is one of the times that it doesn't really work for me. Perhaps he's trying to make some important point, but I don't see what the point is.

In case you're wondering, yes, there are funny bits in here; there usually are.