Though I struggled a bit to get through my last book, I’m finally starting on Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett.
I’m looking forward to another Tiffany Aching book, especially because I was dragging my feet with my last read. Discworld is always a good palate cleanser and the Tiffany Aching subseries even more so. Sometimes you just need a not-quite-a-witch hitting things with a frying pan.
And if Granny Weatherwax is around to mess with people’s heads, all the better.
Oh, by the way, if you wanted a photo where you can see the cover artwork, I’m going to have to disappoint. I sat the bird down and then he would not move. Not sure what I did to deserve him freezing in a “Come at me, bro!”-stance like this…
Wintersmith
by Terry Pratchett
Tiffany Aching put one foot wrong, made one little mistake…
And now the spirit of winter is in love with her. He gives her roses and icebergs, says it with avalanches and showers her with snowflakes – which is tough when you’re 13, but also just a little bit… cool.
And just because the Wintersmith wants to marry you is no excuse for neglecting your chores. So Tiffany must look after Miss Treason, who’s 113 and has far too many eyes, learn the secret of Boffo, catch Horace the cheese, stop the gods from seeing her in the bath–
‘Crivens!’ Oh, yes, and be helped by the Nac Mac Feegles – whether she wants it or not.
But if Tiffany doesn’t work it all out, there will never be another springtime…
