The Whys I Like (1, 2, 3):
Like No. 1~ He is a master at parody. This is not only with regard to the tropes of the fantasy genre, but to topical issues such as racism, anthropology, culture, bank crises, war, etc, etc. He is a very, very clever man.
Like No. 2~ Further to the above, his stories are a total riot. Very amusing and entertaining. I always find myself gigglesnorting my way through them.
Like No. 3~ He has a gift for coming up with the most interesting and unique characters, who are also extremely engaging. I admit to having a crush on the grumpy copper Sam Vimes. I adore him. He’s such a snarky bastard.
The Dishes I Love (1, 2, 3):
So hard! These are a few of the ones I’ve re-read more than others.
Love No. 1~ Guards! Guards!
This is the book which introduces the characters (and I mean that literally and figuratively) of the City of Ankh-Morpork’s Night Watch, including Captain Vimes, Sergeant Colon, Corporal Nobbs and the adorable Corporal Carrot. Picture opposites attracting, a drunk of a captain, idiot coppers, a himbo rookie, philanthropic Ladies, a group trying to return a long lost king and dragons. Starting to get a sense of this comedy of errors? I predict that you’ll be hooked!
Tiffany Aching is ready to begin her apprenticeship in magic. She expects spells and magic — not chores and ill-tempered nanny goats! Surely there must be more to witchcraft than this!
What Tiffany doesn’t know is that an insidious, disembodied creature is pursuing her. This time, neither Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) nor the fierce, six-inch-high Wee Free Men can protect her. In the end, it will take all of Tiffany’s inner strength to save herself … if it can be done at all.
This is a YA which will appeal to adults. I love the scenes between Granny Weatherwax (She has given me permission to address her as such) and Tiffany, in particular their discussions about a witch’s hat and finding the hat that suits you best. It’s terrific stuff.
Love No. 3~ Going Postal
By all rights, Moist should be meeting his maker rather than being offered a position as Postmaster by Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork. Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, may prove an impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down post office. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Worst of all, it means taking on the gargantuan, greedy Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical headman. But if the bold and undoable are what’s called for, Moist’s the man for the job — to move the mail, continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that invaluable commodity that every being, human or otherwise, requires: hope.
What happens when you force a con man to make something out of the postal service?? Serious fun and intrigue, that’s what. This is also Lord Vetinari, dictator of the City of Ankh-Morpork, at his finest. I’ve come to appreciate and enjoy him in the ‘Guards’ stories and he doesn’t disappoint in this either.