It may or may not have taken me over two years to read this book. 
 By that, I mean that battered little 1987 Corgi edition paperback may have gone through a tumultuous journey worthy of being bound within this book's spine - because damn this is a real adventure. 
 This is the kind of fantasy babble I can truly get behind. It is truly, wholeheartedly and unapologetically fantastical, and I love it. I love it in spite of the fact it became massively difficult to follow at times, and if it wasn't for a certain blogger called Mark Oshiro (look him up, his commentaries are great), I probably wouldn't have had the courage to continue with it. 
 I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of Sir Pratchett's vocabulary and imagination, the amazing ways in which they intertwine to create something warm-hearted and marvellous in this book. 
 Four stars, my friends.