Yes, it’s the latest Discworld novel from Terry Pratchett. This one sees the return of Moist van Lipwig from Going Postal. Things are going well at the Ankh-Morpork Post Office under Moist’s leadership. In fact things are going so well, that Moist is getting dangerously bored. So bored that he’s taken to trying to break into his own Post Office, just to keep his hand in.
So it’s probably just as well that Lord Vetinari, the Patrician of the city has a proposition for Moist. He wants him to take over the Bank of Ankh-Morpork and the Royal Mint. Things at the Bank aren’t too good. There’s something very strange in the cellars, everyone thinks the Chief Cashier is a vampire, and, well, it’s all a bit odd.
Moist turns the job down, but when a delightfully bonkers old lady leaves her shares to her dog, making it the controlling shareholder, and making Moist responsible for the dog’s well-being, he finds himself in charge anyway. And in a whole pile of trouble.
It’s all the usual enormous fun, and a lot lighter in tone than Thud. Moist takes things forward, which fits with the Patrician’s plans for the future of the city. And in an unexpectedly topical scene, he narrowly avoids a Northern Rock style run on the bank.
And it’s also fun to see the familiar characters from the City Watch from another angle – Pratchett fans have spent so much time inside Sam Vimes' head that it’s quite odd to see him through other eyes.
If you’re a Pratchett fan, you’ve probably read it already, unless you have the strength of will to wait for the paperback to come out, which I certainly didn’t. I got mine in Waterstone’s as soon as it was available, and it came with a little pack of, err, genuine Ankh-Morpork banknotes, which was nice. It was also half price, which was even nicer.
For those of you who haven’t read Terry yet, it’s really time you started. While this is a sequel of sorts, it’s as good a point to start as any. Then you’ve got some catching up to do…
 I’d call him Machiavellian, but Machiavelli wouldn’t last five minutes in Ankh-Morpork…
 As it turns out, he’s something much more frightening than that.
 A little matter of a contract with the Guild of Assassins…
 Have I mentioned that my laptop is called Vimes?
 The reviewer in the Guardian asked the question what’s wrong with you? to those people