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from the 2022 ONTD Reading Challenge group.
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The Supernatural Enhancements is about as twisty as your average mystery. I'd say it counts, even if it's not one of the big shocking ones that get famous.
Personally I'm probably going see what Agatha Christies I have knocking about on my kindle; I've been reading new-ish mysteries lately and have been let down quite a bit.

Originally published in 1946, this was one of the books recommended by the tour guide at the Dachau memorial.

I still think it's a wonderful standalone (possibly even a starting point for people who just get overwhelmed by the sheer vastness of the Discworld series), and a really good mix of fun romp and cute, funny animals to entertain the young'ins and deeper stuff that'll go over their heads and add more dimension for adult readers.

Other than Hagrid being a bumbling moron with a drinking problem (I have a massive beef with the very classist UK trope of "only uneducated characters speak in phonetics") and any PoC being in roles so minor as to be microscopic (yay, 90's...), it wasn't terrible overall. It wasn't at Tintin levels of "ok, this was formative, but holy shit I'm glad I didn't take some of these notions, why was I allowed to read these on my own? (yay, learning to read in the 80's...)".
Still, while this was an enjoyable adventure, knowing what the series and author ended up as, I'm quite satisfied my nephew, who is Hogwarts-letter-aged, hasn't shown any interest in the franchise, and future nibling will not be introduced to it by me, at least.

Between all the withcraft and satanism hysteria associated with it in the past, as well as Rowling devolving from casual wilfully ignorant racism to a proper abuser-supporting terf with proud White Lady Opinions, I figure there's plenty of scandal to go around.
First time I read it, it was a (probably poorly) translated version of it sometime around the turn of the millenium, and I kinda wanted to give the original a go before I say goodbye to the series while I still have some nostalgia-tinted good will left.

It didn't have as much of Young Sam as I remembered, but it had some very good moments of Sam Vimes experiencing dread as he contemplates his life as a copper and the many powerful enemies...most of whom are indeed smart enough not to try and threaten his family.
It also made me purchase Where's My Cow? (inspired by the story featured in Thud!) for the eventual niece/nephew my sister in law is currently baking. Better start indoctrinating them early...

Vimes having to contend with all of his promotions, all of his many enemies, still trying to get in some basic coppering in there, reading to his son every evening, and not give in to existential dread is...just what the doctor ordered.

It was dark and funny, but at the same time, written by someone who clearly knows the ins and outs of the golden child/scapegoat dynamics of dysfunctional families.

I enjoyed it for the most part, but the phonetic spelling of "simple working folk"'s speech did my head in, especially downright mocking the swearing one. Not a sport I'd expect from an Irishman...

My generation grew up well and truly removed from WWII history, with a very white-washed picture of my country's part in it (with vague mumbles of "respect the veterans!"), and as an adult, I feel it's my own personal duty to learn.



One of those things was the endless humiliation conga of Circe getting done down, with very few moments where she was the one in the lead.
Another thing that annoyed me was the use of very contemporary grammar and language, despite trying to have everyone sound suitably noble and old-timey.
Plus, overall there was way too much thick-headed romance for my tastes, but that's just my personal issue.

I loved how throughout the book the main characters just stuck by each other through the most horrific events, giving grudging compliments and respect, and on the surface despising each other but never leaving the other.
It's also one of those rare gems, where the humour is absurd and offensive, but just turns it around, and all the rampant classism, sexism, jingoism and just-about-everything-ism that goes with the territory of upperclass, expensively educated gentleman spy warheroes, is dropped squarely on the main characters being two thick plonkers who teeter on a cosmic balancing act between success and karma catching up with them.
It's not perfect, but I enjoyed it, and trust me, I'd rather go get some wisdom teeth pulled than watch 20 minutes of any given Adam Sandler film!

