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Who would want to harm Discworld's most beloved icon? Very few things are held sacred in this twisted, corrupt, heartless -- and oddly familiar -- universe, but the Hogfather is one of them. Yet here it is, Hogswatchnight, that most joyous and acquisitive of times, and the jolly old, red-suited gift-giver has vanished without a trace. And there's something shady going on involving an uncommonly psychotic member of the Assassins' Guild and certain representatives of Ankh-Morpork's rather extensive criminal element. Suddenly Discworld's entire myth system is unraveling at an alarming rate. Drastic measures must be taken, which is why Death himself is taking up the reins of the fat man's vacated sleigh . . . which, in turn, has Death's level-headed granddaughter, Susan, racing to unravel the nasty, humbuggian mess before the holiday season goes straight to hell and takes everyone along with it.… (más)
Merriwyn: If what you love about Pratchett is the combination of humour and the wealth of cultural and intertextual references then Jasper Fforde should be right up your street. Set in an alternate world, The Eyre Affair is funny and clever, referencing swathes of western literature and literary history, and exploring complex and interesting ideas in the best tradition of humourous fantasy.… (más)
ChillnND: I'm a big fan of Terry Pratchett style comedy fantasy and I found Barking Mad to be not dissimilar in its level of wit and humor. Barking has maybe slightly less social commentary than a Pratchett novel but aims a bit more at good-natured parody of Agatha Christie's and similarly styled mysteries. I looked forward to every minute of reading it and hope the author gives us some more Spiffington mysteries.… (más)
Los niños duermen y esperan que Papá Puerco baje por la chimenea y les deje sus regalos. Sin embargo, algo extraño está ocurriendo. El visitante no es un anciano tripudo de barba blanca. Recuerda más bien a un esqueleto. No se aclara mucho con el almohadón que lleva atado a la cintura debajo del traje rojo. Exclama "¡Jo, jo, jo jo!" en tono fúnebre y parece más acostumbrado a usar la guadaña que a repartir caramelos dentro de los calcetines. Pero alguien tiene que hacer el trabajo, porque Papá Puerco está... bueno, a falta de palabra mejor, muerto.
Alguien ha secuestra a papá Puerco y, para que los niños no se queden sin regalos, La Muerte decide tomar su papel mientras investiga quien es el autor del suceso. ( )
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
To the guerilla bookshop manager know to friends as 'ppint' for asking me, many years ago, the question Susan asks in this book. I'm surprised more people haven't asked it . . .
And to too many absent friends.
Primeras palabras
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
Everything starts somewhere, though many physicists disagree.
Citas
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.
Time stopped.
But duration continued.
Sometimes, somewhere, somehow, the numbers on the clock did not count.
Between every rational moment were a billion irrational ones.
Mister Teatime had a truly brilliant mind, but it was brilliant like a fractured mirror, all marvellous
facets and rainbows but, ultimately, also something that was broken.
It’s amazing how people define roles for themselves and put handcuffs on their experience and are
constantly surprised by the things a roulette universe spins at them.
Who would want to harm Discworld's most beloved icon? Very few things are held sacred in this twisted, corrupt, heartless -- and oddly familiar -- universe, but the Hogfather is one of them. Yet here it is, Hogswatchnight, that most joyous and acquisitive of times, and the jolly old, red-suited gift-giver has vanished without a trace. And there's something shady going on involving an uncommonly psychotic member of the Assassins' Guild and certain representatives of Ankh-Morpork's rather extensive criminal element. Suddenly Discworld's entire myth system is unraveling at an alarming rate. Drastic measures must be taken, which is why Death himself is taking up the reins of the fat man's vacated sleigh . . . which, in turn, has Death's level-headed granddaughter, Susan, racing to unravel the nasty, humbuggian mess before the holiday season goes straight to hell and takes everyone along with it.
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