Not many people can see the dead. (Not many would want to) Twelve-year-old Johnny Maxwell can. And he`s got bad news for them: the council wants to sell the cemetery as a building site. But the dead aren`t going to take that lying down...especially since it`s Halloween tomorrow. Besides, they`re beginning to find that life is a lot more fun that it was when they were....well...alive...
Particularly if they break a few rules... (Johnny and the Dead)
This book was hilarious. The matter-of-fact way Terry Pratchett treats the sacred dead is so refreshing. I`ve never understood the compulsion to write dead people as zombies. I mean, really, can you imagine your eighty year old Aunt Edna waving a watering can and coming for you?
With a cast of suffragettes, scientists that are cousins to Einstein relatively speaking (get it?), Bolsheviks and people who are technically black, this is a good-humoured, relaxing read.