I'd give this three and a half stars, but I'll round up.

It's not unlike other one-trick gimmicks Soul Music and Moving Pictures, but for some reason annoyed me much less. And I don't even like sports. The new characters are likeable, and the old ones are always fun to spend time with. Lots of Ponder Stibbons and Ridcully, lots of Vetinari. I was quite pleased that Rincewind, though he does appear, plays hardly any role at all. (He's probably my least favorite character.) Death is not in this one at all, which is highly unusual.

Got a kick out of this part:

Truth is female, since truth is beauty rather than handsomeness; this, Ridcully reflected as the Council grumbled in, would certainly explain the saying that a lie could run around the world before Truth has got its, correction, her boots on, since she would have to choose which pair–the idea that any woman in a position to choose would have just one pair of boots being beyond rational belief. Indeed, as a goddess she would have lots of shoes, and thus many choices: comfy shoes for home truths, hobnail boots for unpleasant truths, simple clogs for universal truths and possibly some kind of slipper for self-evident truth.

This is probably not a book that I'll be going back to any time soon, but it was an enjoyable read.