We've reached the 12th in the Discworld series, and we're in the company of the witches as they head on a road trip to Genua to stop a wedding being forced upon a princess by someone who's twisting stories to suit their own purposes (and taking on riverboat gamblers, vampires and lots of banana daiquiris along the way).
My journey through the Discworld to date has been a bit bumpy, with as many lows as there have been highs. This one was more of a middling entry come the end - the road trip itself, which spent far too much time piddling around, really dragged for me with most of the jokes falling as flat as Granny's running bungled alligator joke.
While things did pick up once we'd reached Genua (with Greebo's transformation being a particular high point) it wasn't enough to make me sorry to see it end.
I really want to like these books more than I have so far (except for when it comes to Death and the City Watch), but entries like this aren't helping.