Good Omens
An angel and a demon have grown too fond of Earth to let the Apocalypse happen. Pratchett and Gaiman's 1990 collaboration is the funniest theological fantasy ever written, with genuine warmth for humanity underneath the comedy.
The back half sags once the countdown starts, one reader saying the momentum “screeched to a halt” in the stretch camped at a few hours left. The chapters with Adam and his friends pull attention away from the angel-and-demon plot, described as a chore rather than a break. Some find the humour “trying too hard to be funny,” and one flat non-reaction runs “Didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. Didn’t even blow air through my nose.” Others describe the two-author voice as tonally uneven, as if “written by two snarky twenty-year-olds” each angling to out-funny the other. And readers arriving from Discworld find the prose rougher than either author’s later work.
The case for it and the rest of the canon open with Pro.
