“Harga’s House of Ribs Down by the docks I’d probably not numbered among the city’s leading eateries, catering as it does for the type of beefy clientele that prefers quantity and breaks up the tables if it doesn’t get it. They don’t go in for the fancy or exotic, but stick to conventional food like flightless bird embryos, minced organs in intestine skins, slices of hog flesh and burnt ground grass seeds dipped in animals fats; or, as it is known in their patois, egg, soss and bacon and a fried slice.”
I’m trying to finish off this guy today – I love the colourful prose, but it slows down the plot enough that I find it a bit irritating to read. What do you think of Pratchett? Which of his books should I read next?