My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’ve got one word to say about book 8 of the Discworld series – VIMES! I adore this man. Sybil step aside! Although I admit I quite like Sybil too. And her dragons probably wouldn’t let me near him.
Anyway, what is there not to love about this book?! Here’s a taste of Pratchett’s sense of humour, starting with the footnote on page 3:
…even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one of those that look as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more staircases than storys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
Fabricati diem pvnc [the City Watch’s motto]
The thief shrugged. ‘I seem to recall stories about virgins chained to huge rocks,’ he volunteered.
‘It’ll starve around here, then,’ said the assassin. ‘We’re on loam.’
He couldn’t help remembering how much he’d wanted a puppy when he was a little boy. Mind you, they’d been starving – anything with meat on it would have done.
Honestly, if you’ve never read any of Terry Pratchett before – START HERE!