Feet of Clay

I'm glad I went ahead and bought the audio book version, so I can look forward to Nigel Planer reading me to sleep as I revisit this in the near future. Like the other City Watch books, it calls for re-reading both because of the liberally sprinkled jokes and wordplay (parsing the delights from the pure groaners is no doubt a matter of taste), but also because it's so obscure what's actually happening in the early chapters. I like going back and covering that ground again with full knowledge of the mystery.

As always, the characters are wonderful. I certainly hope to see more of Wee Mad Arthur, and Vetinari is his usual dry and calculating self in all the best ways. Once again, I'm missing Sybil, but you can't have everything.