It seems every Discworld novel I read is a bit more entertaining than the last. I haven’t laughed this hard at a book since Ian Doescher penned the words [Exit, pursued by a wampa. Feminism on the Disc is really . . . well, it’s really something! I loved spending time with Granny and Esk and hardly even noticed the absence of my current favorite Discworld character, the Luggage. The wizard’s staff was quite entertaining and had a certain snarky charm, though it couldn’t hold a candle to my beloved Luggage. I adore this trend of anthropomorphizing magical objects and I hope it continues.

I know in group buddy reads you're supposed to post updates and stuff to foster discussion and all that, but I kind of accidentally read most of this in one sitting away from the computer and didn't take notes, so . . . oops?

Mist curled between the houses as the wizard crossed a narrow bridge over the swollen stream and made his way to the village smithy, although the two facts had nothing to do with one another. The mist would have curled anyway; it was experienced mist and had got curling down to a fine art.

Ahhhh! This is more like it!

I'm an incoherent, blubbering, giggling mess after reading this. I'm also kicking myself for not having started to read these earlier. I must have highlighted over 50% of my Kindle edition, because Pratchett was such a genius at putting words together in the most amazing - dare I say magical? - ways.

By the end, I was fighting between turning the pages as fast as I could and slowing down to savor every word. But hey, that's what re-reads are for, right?

And Granny could not have found a better foil than Cutangle. I kept picturing him as Stephen Fry, for some reason, which only made me laugh harder.

I'm definitely reading more of these!

‘You don’t know anything about boats!’ Cutangle protested. ‘I shall have to learn quickly, then,’ replied Granny calmly. ‘But I haven’t been in a boat since I was a boy!’ ‘I wasn’t actually asking you to come. Does the pointy bit go in front?’ Cutangle moaned. ‘This is all very creditable,’ he said, ‘but perhaps we can wait till morning?’ A flash of lightning illuminated Granny’s face. ‘Perhaps not,’ Cutangle conceded.

 

 

*snort*