Terry Pratchett’s Making Money is a sequel to Going Postal. Having gotten the Post Office working smoothly, Moist von Lipwig is going crazy with boredom. Nevertheless, he’s turned down Lord Vetinari’s offer to run the Royal Bank, when external events force him to take it—much to the displeasure of the family who owns 49% of the Bank, and is one life away from owning it all . . .
On one hand, this was perfect for a train ride home after the culmination of an exhausting couple of weeks. It has a dog, some good improvisational moments from Moist, and a number of sentence-level jokes that made me smile. On the other, it felt kind of empty in the middle. It reminds me a bit of recent Dortmunder novels: not much happens, but in an competent and entertaining way. Except that Going Postal was so packed with happenings that this book suffers in comparison.
Also, Harper should be ashamed of itself for once again publishing a Discworld book in which the number one (1) is substituted for a capital letter i (I) and so forth.
Finally, a spoilerly remark (ROT13; see sidebar): qbrf nalbar ryfr guvax zbvfg jvyy raq hc cngevpvna?