'Always readable, illuminating and honest. It made me miss the real Terry.'
- Neil Gaiman
'Heart breaking and funny . . . sometimes joyfully, sometimes painfully, intimate . . . it is wonderful to have this closeup picture of the writer's working life.'
- Frank Cottrell-Boyce, Observer
'The joy of this biography . . . is that it spins magic from mundanity in precisely the way Pratchett himself did.'
- The Telegraph
'No one, after Pratchett's wife, Lyn, and daughter, Rhianna, knew the author as well as Wilkins. I wept through the last 20 pages - beautifully done - charting Pratchett's decline in a way that is both sensitive and unsparing.'
- The Times
'Fond, funny and conveys a pitch-perfect sense of how Pratchett managed to take the elements of his 1950s working-class childhood . . . and turn it into a universe of limitless richness and invention.'
- Mail on Sunday
'The friendship and affection between the pair shines through every page . . . Of course, [Pratchett] fans will love the book . . . and even casual readers will delight in tales of his idiosyncratic passions.'
- Independent
'A biography almost as funny and perceptive as one of Terry's novels . . . a rich, deeply affectionate portrait of a unique personality . . . it's a joy to see the much-missed author spring back into technicolour life in this fascinating and deeply moving tribute.'
- Daily Express
'A moving and acutely observed account . . . Pratchett's magical mind, and dementia, by the man who knew him best.'
- The Sunday Times
'Wilkins has many advantages over most biographers, having not only known his subject well, but taken down notes while he was alive for his projected memoir. The result, at times, is like a ventriloquist act, with Pratchett's voice and personality emerging loud and clear.'
- The Herald
'Both more and less than a biography . . . full of insights and revelations, in many ways the sort of thing Prathett might have written about himself, proud of what has been done, honest about the process . . . written with intelligence and compassion.'
- Christopher Priest, The Times Literary Supplement