Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

I always get nervous when reading a new Discworld book. It's like watching my favorite sports team on their winning streak. Is this the book that's going to suck? Is this the one that'll break the winning streak? Please don't suck. Please don't be beige. Please don't disappoint me. It's like the opposite of watching Criminal Minds. Watching Criminal Minds is like following the Boston Red Sox. Practically anything is an improvement. Reading Discworld, on the other hand, is like watching the Yankees on the veeeerge of carrying it to the World Series and you're like, don't fuck this up Yankees don't fuck it up don't fuck it up -- well, I am pleased to report that on the score of I Shall Wear Midnight, the Yankees have not yet fucked up. Here's to hoping.

( Spoilers and D&D analogies )

 Overall it was good and full of great exchanges and bits and character interactions -- unfortunately, authorial unwillingness to sacrifice any of them for the plot meant the plot really suffered as a result. And that was a pity, because otherwise ISWM really could've been the coolest Tiffany book.