So, this is where my Discworld reread really takes off. Rincewind has never been my favourite, but anything with Granny Weatherwax gets an automatic minimum of four stars. I love her. LOVE her.

Equal Rites also marks the point in Discworld where, for me, Pratchett starts to make his own stories a priority, whereas the previous two outings seemed to be there primarily to lampoon other fantasy literature. The jump in quality between ER and The Colour of Magic/The Light Fantastic is considerable, in my opinion. It's where humour starts to be in service to an individual point of view, rather than an end in itself.