Life is a complicated thing. Especially if you are twelve years old, you live in the most boring town in the world and Hard Times reign at home (and as a result, pocket money is given out irregularly, and it is not recommended to catch the eye of your parents once again). Almost the only salvation left is to sit in your room, turn on the computer and quietly and peacefully make fun of the bastard aliens. But even here it was pure bad luck: the aliens were the wrong ones. They, you see, do not want to die and meanly capitulate! If Terry Pratchett undertakes to write for children, he comes out no less witty and exciting than numerous works about the Discworld, well known to the Russian reader. P.S. There are books for children that adults read too.