PRATCHETT, TERRY. Making Money. London: Corgi Books, 2008.
“Who would not wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork’s Royal Mint and the bank next door? […] The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There’s something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty nameless), and it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. […] Oh. And every day he [Moist von Lipwig] has to take the Chairman for walkies.”
The man in the golden suit.
Unreal as magic and fantastic creatures may be, Terry Pratchett fuses fantasy and reality in perfect harmony making the mixture genuinely natural. The reader’s perception is that of a likely story with bits of plausible unreality.
Pratchett’s witty satire of society must have already been discussed in lots of reviews, therefore, I’m not going to dwell on it.
This has been my first book by Pratchett and I loved it. Some friends and bloggers speak wonders of this author and I’ve been given several of his books as presents. It was about time I read any and I’m definitely going to read some more, and so should you.
His books are amazing. I think he’s stopped writing though, due to his Alzheimer’s.
It’s OK; I’ve got a lot of books to read already, I don’t need him to enlarge the list.