
I have to say, I don't remember being so fond of the Nanny Ogg character the first time around. She was always a hoot, but she is just such a perfect counterpoint to Granny Weatherwax in this story. The hedonistic, obstinate sugar to sweeten up Esme's piss and vinegar.
Like always, there were at least 25 places where I literally laughed at loud. Even when you kind of know what to expect with Pratchett - to the point of having already read the darned book, for crying out loud - he still manages to catch you off guard.
Not going to rate this one, because I think in my mind, I have always divided all of the books I've read into two categories - those written by Pratchett, and those written by everybody else. It's just not fair to compare these uncomparable books with the rest of the world of letters :)
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