Ross Hardy

A wonderful insight into the mind of my favourite wordsmith.

A true classic, and not at all what I expected.

I was once again rendered abed though an acute malady of the nervous system. In my infirmity I took to my books and put to rest once and for all the matter of Wuthering Heights. A singular tale of depression and wholly wanting of levity. It much engaged me.

The early part is some of the best horror literature I've ever read. Afterwards the book drowns a bit in dialogue; everyone speaks in full paragraphs. Overall still I enjoyed the experience

This may now be my favourite Discworld book.