There is just the right amount of wizard comedy, lots of time dedicated to Death and Susan grappling with what it means to be human and normal respectively, truly stellar worldbuilding, and big questions on the nature of belief and the holiday spirit that will stay with me for a very long time. In Hogfather, Pratchett has finally achieved what I have found lacking in the other books I’ve read so far: a perfect balance between the storylines. Pointing out where a writer went wrong is one thing, but what do you say about a book that instantly feels like a classic and has managed to capture the holiday spirit in a way that is all too rare? I finished reading Hogfather on christmas eve, fully intending to write down my thoughts on the spot and post a review on christmas day, but spent the next day or so pondering how on earth I was going to review it instead. And yet, after only a few books, I find myself wondering how I’ve managed to do without the Discworld in my life for so long. I still very much consider myself to be a newbie to Terry Pratchett’s work I read my first Discworld book eight months ago ( Mort – review here), have stuck to only one subseries (Death), and until very recently, I had never heard of Hogswatch.
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