Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
How I empathized with Agnes, cursed with a good personality and nice hair, instead of a trim figure and a pretty face. Knowing that she was always expected to be calm and sensible and capable, resenting it, and yet unable to help herself in always being the calm and sensible and capable one in a crisis. What young woman wouldn’t be horrified to see her own future in Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax? And yet, there is certainly power in embracing your true self.
I’m a little sad that there’s only one more book in the Witches series from the Discworld books. So far, this one is my favorite.