I’m back to reading, but slowly.

I finished a couple of collections of Dame Agatha’s short stories – The Labours of Hercules and Murder in Midwinter over the last couple of weeks, as well as the wicked Murder after Christmas by Rupert Latimer. I enjoyed all of them.

However, when Sir Terry made an appearance in the Authors’ Grudge Match, I really needed a trip to Discworld.


Men at Arms

Men at Arms
by Terry Pratchett
Series: Discworld #15
Publication Date: January 1, 1993
Pages: 377
Rating: ★★★★½
Genre: Fantasy

“Be a MAN in the City Watch! The City Watch needs MEN!”

But what it’s got includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance constable Detritus (a troll), Lance constable Angua (a woman… most of the time), and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving).

And they need all the help they can get. Because they’ve only got twenty-four hours to clean up the town and this is Ankh-Morpork we’re talking about…


I didn’t quite know what to make of the book at the beginning, but I soon got sucked into this murder mystery / thriller and I loved every bit of it. I’m getting fonder of the members of the watch even if Sam Vimes is still not my favourite. The Patrician on the other hand, … I love him more with every book that features him.

And what a story to read at a time when the UK has a new king. LoL. I swear books turn up at exactly the right time.

Once finished I tried to find my next book and in doing so started both Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro and Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times by Katherine May.

I had to set aside Klara and the Sun because it was just so utterly depressing.

Wintering has not fared any better so far. I’m not keen on the author portraying her aloofness towards her family as independence when it comes across to me as a lack of care. I understand that the author states that she is somewhere on the autism spectrum, and maybe that is something to do with it, but I’m not getting an angle to really care about the author’s thoughts. Especially after she describes how it needed a friend to point out to her that she should take her husband to the hospital. (Turns out he did have appendicitis and wasn’t just feeling off.) I do not have high hopes for this book.