The Sherpherd's Crown by Terry Pratchett
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The Shepherd's Crown (Tiffany Aching)
3/5. The last Discworld book.
Well, that's that, then.
It's not a particularly inspired book, but nor is it the dire mess of some of the recent offerings. Not too surprising, I guess – it's basically the same book he'd written four or five times previously, so clearly the steps were familiar: threat from outside, faeries, how the progress of technology and particularly the railroad changes the face of the world, coming into power as a function of coming into self-knowledge.
No, all that, *handwave*. Been there, done that, and much better than this version.
No, this book is made by the first quarter, which is all about the death of a witch. And as constant Discworld readers will know, a witch is aware of her impending death, and is able – required, even – to prepare for it. Dig her own grave, do the final washing up, scrub the place until it shines. And then lie down and wait.
The first quarter of this, the last Discworld book, is about that. And, um. Ouch.
3/5. The last Discworld book.
Well, that's that, then.
It's not a particularly inspired book, but nor is it the dire mess of some of the recent offerings. Not too surprising, I guess – it's basically the same book he'd written four or five times previously, so clearly the steps were familiar: threat from outside, faeries, how the progress of technology and particularly the railroad changes the face of the world, coming into power as a function of coming into self-knowledge.
No, all that, *handwave*. Been there, done that, and much better than this version.
No, this book is made by the first quarter, which is all about the death of a witch. And as constant Discworld readers will know, a witch is aware of her impending death, and is able – required, even – to prepare for it. Dig her own grave, do the final washing up, scrub the place until it shines. And then lie down and wait.
The first quarter of this, the last Discworld book, is about that. And, um. Ouch.