If you laughed at Rincewind running from certain doom while Death keeps popping by, you’ll love the way Arthur Dent stumbles through cosmic calamities with Ford Prefect and Marvin. Like the Luggage’s chaotic interventions, the eponymous Guide barges in with snarky entries that undercut epic stakes. The scene where bureaucracy threatens the entire planet (Vogon planning notices) mirrors the Ankh-Morpork insurance gag and Twoflower’s tourist naiveté—only now the punchlines span the whole universe in gloriously daft fashion.

If Twoflower cheerfully treating dragons like photo ops and Rincewind surviving by accident charmed you, you’ll enjoy how Westley, Inigo, and Fezzik skewer swashbuckling clichés while still delivering derring-do. The way The Colour of Magic lampoons heroes, barbarians, and touristic bravado is echoed in Miracle Max’s snark, Prince Humperdinck’s cowardice, and the famous “inconceivable!” gambits. It’s the same wink-at-the-audience adventure, only with fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, true love, and hilariously unreliable ‘history.’

If Rincewind’s hapless spellcraft, the Luggage’s antics, and the general whoosh from one magical scrape to the next delighted you, you’ll adore Sophie being cursed into old age and barging into the life of the magnificently vain wizard Howl and the fire demon Calcifer. Like Discworld’s gleeful magical nonsense (tourist insurance! dragons as probability!), Howl’s house itself lurches across the countryside, doors open to impossible places, and solutions are clever, funny, and full of heart rather than rule-crunchy spell mechanics.

If you enjoyed Discworld’s footnotes, narrator winks, and scenes like sailing off the Rim—where the book knows it’s riffing on fantasy itself—you’ll click with Thursday Next diving literally into novels to chase a villain who kidnaps characters from the text. As Pratchett nudges you with asides about barbarian heroes and tourist clichés, Fforde juggles book police, prose portals, and punny bureaucracies, turning genre logic inside out while still delivering a jaunty chase through fiction itself.

If Rincewind and Twoflower’s hopscotch through dragon realms, sentient luggage attacks, and a literal edge-of-the-world voyage thrilled you for their dreamlike absurdity, Alice’s plunge down the rabbit hole offers the same giddy, rule-bending energy. From the Cheshire Cat’s vanishing grin to the Queen’s nonsensical trials, the humor and illogic echo Discworld’s reality-skewing set pieces—only now every conversation is a paradox and every scene a gleeful twist of reason.