According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner. So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture. And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .
| Dewey |
813 |
| Cover Price |
$7.99 |
| No. of Pages |
432 |
| Height x Width |
6.7
x
4.2
inch |
| Original Publication Year |
1990 |
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Good Omens (1990) 398 pages by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.
An anti-christ is born, meaning that just over 11 years later the world will end in Armageddon. There is some tinkering at the time of the baby's birth by Crowley (a fallen angel) and being watched by Aziraphale (an angel). Crowley is using nuns of the chattering order to help him switch babies. Jump forward 11 years and Armageddon is just days away. The story jumps between following Crowley, Aziraphale, the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, Adam (the unknown to himself antichrist) and this three friends, the descendant of Agnes Nutter, and a couple of witch hunters.
The book tries really hard to be funny, and in a couple of cases it is, but for the most part it falls flat. The four horsemen get together at a restaurant in Hell's Angels attire. Some other Hell's Angels catch on, and when the horsemen leave they are allowed to follow. During the ride these four doofs are trying to come up with their own names, like great bodily harm. That was a gag that was like something I'd expect from a Saturday morning cartoon. I don't expect ten year-olds to be reading 400 pages.
If you're dying for a humorous book, read the first few Myth books by Robert Asprin, even the twelfth one had better humor that Good Omens. It was OK.
