I can’t NOT love a Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett, but I may have loved this one a little  (OK, maybe a lot) less than I usually love a gallop through Discworld, maybe because it was more of a trot than a gallop?  This book was less lively, less chock full of barbed hilarity, less truly representative of my favorite characters, less magical–all perhaps because it was written after the great Mr. P. had Alzheimers–I’ve even seen some say it can’t have been written by him […]