The other night Chestnut and I were talking about a Terry Pratchett book—I don't even remember which one, there are so many constantly circulating around the house, maybe Lords and Ladies?—when Diana appeared from the other room and said, "Wait, the one you're talking about is great, but this one is also really great, and you should read it." She shoved it into Chestnut's hands, and Chestnut started reading.
This is one—one small one—of the many ways in which the great Terry Pratchett has reached out from England (and now from Beyond the Grave) and made huge amazing differences in my world, and (no doubt) the lives of more people than I can count. His books ferry busily back and forth between the girls' rooms, he is quoted (with great gusto) at dinner, he is searched for in the morning, so his books can go to school with them, providing some spot of light to remind them that the world is larger than it might appear.
The most wonderful xkcd said it well. Thanks for everything.