(I finished this a while ago, then forgot to update the site.)

A deeper, more pensive Pratchett than I've become accustomed to. It's ... more grown up? The characters are more developed, the plot is denser and maybe the jokes are darker. Most of them. Heh, poo. Do we praise/blame the author's illness? No, we do fucking not.

Thoroughly enjoyed this one. Gasp out loud, laugh out loud, then think quietly and intensely before falling asleep at night.