The thirteenth novel in the Discworld series from New York Times bestselling author Terry Pratchett.
Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle— Discworld —a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god, to be sure. But bossy as Hell.
Required reading for all religious people
This book should be canonical to every religion, but especially to mine, Christianity. This isn't the story of Everyman, but is the history of every religion, and regrettably a possible future of Christianity in America. (Don't let the desert setting mislead you.)
The story is gripping, like being at the middle of a train trestle bridge and hearing a train whistle behind you. If you're not familiar with Discworld you might want to read one of the other books first, just to get a feel for differences between there and here. (Off the top of my head I'd suggest "The Color of Magic.") Still it's the people in the book you see here and now in this world.
Some religious leaders might object to the book, just as some did when they perceived Jesus was telling parables about them.
All Terry Pratchett's books are great and funny and make you think. This one goes beyond that. This is a book I'll recommend to my son.
Oh how I love this book
It is fiction, written purely for entertainment, but it is clever, original funny and well written.