I loved this book so much and it was the perfect Christmas read! Not too cheesy but festive enough to read over the Christmas period. Susan the gothic governess has got to sort everything out by morning, otherwise there won’t be a morning. Superstition makes things work in Discworld, and undermining it can have Consequences, particularly on the last night of the year when the time is turning. Where is the big jolly fat man? There are those who believe and those who don’t, but either way it’s not right to find Death creeping down chimneys and trying to say Ho Ho Ho. It wasn’t that her parents didn’t believe in such things. She’d never put a tooth under her pillow in the serious expectation that a dentally inclined fairy would turn up. Summary: Susan had never hung up a stocking.
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