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.
This is the first book in Discworld’s “ancient civilizations” subseries, and I already miss Granny Weatherwax and Greebo and the Luggage. Like nearly all the DW books so far, it is endlessly quotable, pokes fun at both dearly held beliefs and silly tropes, and frequently provoked a giggle from me when I least expected it. But the pacing was off – it really dragged in places – and the characters were not nearly as engaging as in the other subseries. Overall, it’s a worthwhile read, but not one of Pratchett’s best.
I read this book for the Booklikes Halloween Bingo 2019, for the square Poe/Raven: Free Space.