Dearie me, I am a bit behind with my reviews. The latest in Terry’s long-running Discworld series came out in October or thereabouts. I actually got round to reading it in November, when I had a week off, then put it on the pile of things I need to write about.
This one features the wizards of Unseen University, who are still their lovely old chaotic, disorganised selves, though Ponder Stibbons seems to be trying to make them a little more chaotic.
I also features a strange activity known as foot-the-ball, which the Patrician is with the help of a convenient ancient document, attempting to transform from a violent free-for-all played in the streets into an organised activity with actual rules.
And then there’s Mr Nutt. Mr Nutt is a bit of a mystery to everyone, including Mr Nutt.
And we get more of an insight into the lives of the kitchen staff of the University, and of the normal people of Ankh-Morpork.
There’s romance! Danger! Puns! And more.
It is, of course, enormous fun, and possibly even thought-provoking. Classic Pratchett, in short.
 The sort of thing that is, err, found at an amazingly coincidentally useful time and which just happens to say what somebody wants it to. Handy, that
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