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Apparently my Library dropped CloudLibrary support and does not have this in physical form or on Hoopla so, ya know, if anyone has a good recco on other places to borrow ebooks lmk because breaking sequence upsets my ND little brain and I was quite enjoying being back with The Watch

The Pratchett was really Pratchetting in today's section. A solid six or seven page section of non-stop depressingly relevant today bangers on politics and society

Daily Pratchett:
And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.

ACAB(EC)

Daily Vimes:

Vimes had protested that he’d spent too many years trudging the night-time streets to be happy about anyone else wielding a blade anywhere near his neck, but the real reason, the unspoken reason, was that he hated the very idea of the world being divided into the shaved and the shavers. Or those who wore the shiny boots and those who cleaned the mud off them.

Think the chandelier is gonna fall:

“It’s a pretty big one. What’s holding it up?”
“I’m sure they’ve got special ropes and things, Mother."
“Looks a bit dangerous, to my mind.”
“I’m sure it’s absolutely safe, Mother.”
“What do you know about chandeliers?”
“I’m sure people wouldn’t come into the Opera House if there was any chance of a chandelier dropping on their heads, Mother,” said Henry, trying to read his book.

Pratchett's ability to weave multiple plots into each other is so fun to read *contented smile emoji*

Daily Granny Weatherwax:

Granny nodded. “Yes. It’s all neat, isn’t it? It’s a lie.”
“You said last night you saw the whole thing!”
“It’s still a lie. Like the lie about masks.”
“What lie about masks?”
“The way people say they hide faces.”
“They do hide faces,” said Nanny Ogg.
“Only the one on the outside.”

Did I mention mice get their own Death?

Daily Mouse Death:

He could feel his ears growing, and a certain rather embarrassing elongation happening at the base of his spine. He’d spent most of his life in a single-minded activity in dark places, yet even so...

“But I don’t believe in reincarnation!” he protested.

SQUEAK.

And this, Mr. Pounder understood with rodent clarity, meant: reincarnation believes in you.

I forgot how much I'd missed the witches until I was reading them!

Daily Pratchett:

“The Ghost likes to leave little messages,” he said. “There was one by the organ. A scenery painter spotted him and...nearly had an accident.”

The letter inside was on a sheet of the Opera House’s own note paper. In neat, copperplate writing, it said:

Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha! BEWARE!!!!!
Yrs sincerely
The Opera Ghost

Opera. Christine. Organ. So, this is gonna be Phantom, and your boy is excited

Daily Granny:

Of course, Granny Weatherwax made a great play of her independence and self-reliance. But the point about that kind of stuff was that you needed someone around to be proudly independent and self-reliant at. People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.

Cannot overstate the glee I glee when reading Pratchett and Death shows up unexpectedly. My guy

Daily Death:

SORRY.

Rincewind froze, both hands clutching his aching foot. He knew only one person with a voice like a cemetery in midwinter.

He tried to hop backwards, and collided with another horse.

RINCEWIND, ISN’T IT? said Death. YES. GOOD EVENING. I DON’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE MET WAR. RINCEWIND, WAR. WAR, RINCEWIND.

Daily Pratchett:

The guards were pretty much like guards as Rincewind had experienced them everywhere. They had exactly the amount of intellect required to hit people and drag them off to the scorpion pit. They were league champions at shouting at people a few inches from their face.

Daily Rincewind:

He was no good at anything else. Wizardry was the only refuge. Well, actually he was no good at wizardry either, but at least he was definitively no good at it. He’d always felt he had a right to exist as a wizard in the same way that you couldn’t do proper maths without the number 0, which wasn’t a number at all but, if it went away, would leave a lot of larger numbers looking bloody stupid.

First book of 2026 complete. Project Pratchett is back on course!

Daily Pratchett:
Hell, it has been suggested, is other people.

This has always come as a bit of a surprise to many working demons, who had always thought that hell was sticking sharp things into people and pushing them into lakes of blood and so on.

This is because demons, like most people, have failed to distinguish between the body and the soul.

This block showed a very good likeness of Rincewind. He had a parrot on his shoulder.

“Hang on,” he said. “That’s me!”

“You should see what they’re doing to you on the next block,” said the parrot smugly. “It’ll turn your wossname."

Rincewind looked at the block. His wossname revolved.

Meant to one-shot but the day got away so I'm gonna add it to tomorrow's start on next week's book. Just glad to be doing it again. His prose is so fun ☺

Daily Pratchett:

And he’d really been looking forward to Eric Thursley, whose brand of superintelligent gormlessness was a rare delight. Hell needed horribly bright, self-centered people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage