I’ve read this book perhaps 4 times over the past few years. It makes me laugh, a lot, out loud. My man is terribly tired of me reading bits out to him while giggling, especially when I am trying to do a Feegle accent. Terrible, terrible. Tiffany is so easy to connect with, and root for. The mix of humor and moments of seriousness is perfect, creating a story that I can return to again and again. The Feegles are 6 inches or shorter, generally drunk, quick to lift stuff, and fiercely loyal once attached to a person or cause. They are also the source of much of my amusement.
Tiffany herself is not shy about swinging that frying pan around either. She is always thinking, which turns out to be key for saving the day in this book. Her Granny Aching provided some of the most poignant scenes in the book, even though she is dead. Her deep, yet simple, connection to her granddaughter was key in shaping the young lady she is to become. Also, both Tiffany and Granny Aching are incredibly practical people; I like their boots. Terry Pratchett did the Discworld universe and his fans a service when he created Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegle – thank you Sir Pratchett!