I still maintain that Brits do fantasy unlike any others. After seeing Terry Pratchett’s A Hat Full of Sky stare at me on the book shelf for months, I finally picked it up, and unsurprisingly, couldn’t manage to put it back down.
Tiffany Aching may throw-up every time she rides a broom, and perhaps can’t adequately perform even the simplest of spells, but with the help of the Wee Free Men (little blue men with big, fierce hearts and a talent for drinking, stealing, and fighting) this witch-in-training takes on a lethal monster, armed with a frying pan and a magic not even Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) could conjure up.
This heroine is all brains and brawns, and the adventures of the Nac Mac Feegle are enough grit and spirit to make the entire read feel like a lively pub brawl in some parallel, medieval Scotland. It’s a fantasy thriller marinated in humor.
I loved it!
And the best part is, there’s more! The sequel, Wintersmith, is next on my list.
A real witch never casually steps out of her body, leaving it empty. Eleven-year-old Tiffany does. And there’s something just waiting for a handy body to take over. Something ancient and horrible, which can’t die . . .
Wise, witty and wonderful, A Hat Full of Sky is Terry Pratchett’s second novel about Tiffany and the Wee Free Men – the rowdiest, toughest, smelliest bunch of fairies ever. They’ll fight anything. And even they might not be enough to save Tiffany . . .