I hate Terry Pratchett.
I get home from a hard day at work, I cook dinner, I eat dinner, I wash up, and then sit down to some TV. In a short time, I'm so sick of commercials I turn off the TV and begin reading.
The problem is that I start reading and then the next thing I know it's 5am, and I've got to get up in an hour, so I think, "might as well keep reading for another hour." Then I look up again and it's 10:30, I haven't slept and I'm 4 hours late for work, so I call in sick and finish the book.
The absolute worst part, even when I'm finished with the book, I'm so anxious to read more Pratchett that I am compelled to run to the bookstore and get the next one.
So, basically, Pratchett sucks because I'm out of sick days.