This is the 20th Discworld novel, and in it the Hogfather has gone missing. It’s absolutely imperative that the children get their presents on Hogswatch morning, so Death takes up the mantle (or in this case, the red and white suit stuffed with a pillow). The fate of the Discworld may depend on him.
I always forget how much I love Terry Pratchett, and then I finally get around to reading another of his books, and I LOVE TERRY PRATCHETT. I thought I only read the beginning of Hogfather in high school, but about 200 pages in I finally realized I’d already read the entire thing. I was thinking oh right, that happens quite a bit during this. It was like an entire book length of déjà vu.
Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.
Even as a re-read, this was great. I tend to think of Pratchett as an enjoyable read, something quick and fun, but I always forget how sharp his satire is and how perfect his characters are. Thankfully I have 20+ books of his still to read.