The Shepherd’s Crown by Terry Pratchett
I’ve had this book on my shelf, waiting for me to read it for quite a while. My reluctance to read it wasn’t because I didn’t think I would enjoy it, but because I almost couldn’t bear to admit that Terry Pratchett was gone, and that there would be no more novels from him.
Given the weight of all that, I’m not sure I’m capable of reviewing this book objectively. I loved it. I was always going to love it, and I’m not ashamed to say that I had a bit of a tear in my eye at various points while reading it. I love the witches (particularly Granny Weatherwax, and the non-nonsense Tiffany Aching), and this book is a wonderful tribute to them, and to Discworld itself. Like all of Terry Pratchett books, it is rich, humane and wonderfully tolerant of the messy, annoying, brave, deceitful, wonderful creatures that we humans are. It’s a very fitting final book, but I wish like anything that there were still more to come.