Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books are a hoot. Discworld is a light fantasy world with striking parallels to our own. These similarities create fertile ground for satire and satire is Pratchett’s forte. Indeed, Pratchett is hilarious, not unlike a more prolific version of Douglas Adams.
There are 39 books in the Discworld series to date and I try to read one or two a year. This means I can look forward to many more years of reading Terry Pratchett. (Unfortunately, Pratchett has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimers and it is unclear how much longer he will be able to pursue his passion for writing.)
In Hogfather, malignant forces have ordered a hit on the book’s titular character. Concerned about the ramifications of this disturbance to the order of things, Death, (with a capitol D), steps in to fill The Hogfather’s shoes, traveling the world in his boar-driven sleigh, delivering gifts and spreading goodwill and confusion on Hogfather’s Eve.
As Discworld books go, Hogfather is slightly sub-par but even a below average Discworld book is an entertaining read full of amusing vignettes.