On to the next book in my Pratchett reread, and he's really beginning to hit his stride. Wyrd Sisters is almost perfect - the witches have taken solid shape, though my one criticism (and this only comes from being familiar with later books) is that Granny doesn't seem to have quite settled yet - at one point she loses control and starts shrieking, essentially, and has to be slapped. This is not the Granny Weatherwax that exists in my mind's eye, and although I know it's unfair to dock points for that it's how I feel. Besides, this book has been reviewed so often and so well that my own distractions aren't going to matter to anyone but me.

It's based around the Shakespeare plays, of course, but the interesting thing for me is how far Pratchett's come since The Colour of Magic. It was based on other stuff too, but in comparison... there's no comparison, really. A quantum leap of difference.

Plus, the hedgehog song. I love it.