I was very, very sorry to read this. I often felt that the old Pratchett magic was in there somewhere, struggling to get out, but was buried in clumsy prose so unlike the usual effortless flights of fancy. The novel is coarser and cruder than usual and, considering this is billed as a children's book, in several places beyond the pale. The love stories were unsatisfactory and even a trip to Ankh-Morpork couldn't lift the story. This last Tiffany Aching novel does a great injustice to that exemplary witch.