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hannahkayleeh 's review for:
Monstrous Regiment
by Terry Pratchett
Short review: This is my favorite book of all time and I hope it’s used as reading material in every classroom alongside the classics, if not read by everyone posthaste.
Long review: I started this book on the recommendation of “It’s like Mulan but with monsters!” Dope. Easy sell—I love Mulan, it was October so I needed a spooky read, let’s go.
However, after finishing it after the most harrowing three weeks of my life, I realize it’s so much more than that. A wildly entertaining read, a brilliantly crafted narrative, and a heartfelt story, yes. But even so, it was much more.
Terry Pratchett managed to perfectly capture the question and confusion of “What is girlhood?” And “Is the difference between me and my success a pair of well-placed socks?”
We follow Polly, whose story I would do a major disservice in trying to summarize. Instead I will say that two halves of me saw themselves in her: a scrappy little girl with mud under her fingernails, and an adult woman with an itchy foot and little left to lose.
I really needed this book and I’m glad I found it right when I did. All I can ask is that you read it, because I truly cannot put into words how it made me feel. It made me feel everything I’d been bottling up, everything I’d been afraid of, and also everything that I can hope for.
If the synopsis speaks to you, even if this review piques the tiniest of interest… start reading or listening immediately. Even if it doesn’t move you the way it did for me, I promise it’s a delightful and clever little adventure either way.
Rest in peace, Terry Pratchett. Thanks for understanding when few else have.
Long review: I started this book on the recommendation of “It’s like Mulan but with monsters!” Dope. Easy sell—I love Mulan, it was October so I needed a spooky read, let’s go.
However, after finishing it after the most harrowing three weeks of my life, I realize it’s so much more than that. A wildly entertaining read, a brilliantly crafted narrative, and a heartfelt story, yes. But even so, it was much more.
Terry Pratchett managed to perfectly capture the question and confusion of “What is girlhood?” And “Is the difference between me and my success a pair of well-placed socks?”
We follow Polly, whose story I would do a major disservice in trying to summarize. Instead I will say that two halves of me saw themselves in her: a scrappy little girl with mud under her fingernails, and an adult woman with an itchy foot and little left to lose.
I really needed this book and I’m glad I found it right when I did. All I can ask is that you read it, because I truly cannot put into words how it made me feel. It made me feel everything I’d been bottling up, everything I’d been afraid of, and also everything that I can hope for.
If the synopsis speaks to you, even if this review piques the tiniest of interest… start reading or listening immediately. Even if it doesn’t move you the way it did for me, I promise it’s a delightful and clever little adventure either way.
Rest in peace, Terry Pratchett. Thanks for understanding when few else have.