This is probably my favorite Pratchett book, largely because I relate so well to the main character. We both are endlessly fascinated with words and have an obsessive streak which is a multi-edged weapon. The humor and mystery are as sharp as anywhere in the series, and a healthy dose of Sam Vimes and the Patrician doesn't hurt either. As a satire, it hasn't lost a thing in the decade or so since it's publication. If anything, it's probably more relevant than ever. Over and over again, the question of who's allowed to publish the news is asked. When read through the the lens of blogs, twitter, et al, the theme takes on a whole new dimension. ( )

The printing press has come to Ankh Morpork and it is changing everything. William de Worde finds himself feeding the hungry press daily despite the Guild of Engravers, a competing press, and out and out thugs out to get him. His investigation into Lord Vetinari's suspicious arrest leads deep into the Ankh Morpork underground and uncovers startling influences at work in the city.
This onset of the industrial revolution on Discworld seems inevitable but so very different from the Discworld I'm used to. I like the characters, the storyline, even the new technology, and yet, I hate it. ( )

Honestly, what can one say about Discworld #25 that one hasn't already said 24 other times? It's —ing Discworld. Of course, it's —ing clever and funny. ( )

A William de Worde, editor accidental del primer periódico del Mundodisco, siempre le ha preocupado la naturaleza de la verdad. Sabe que se esconde en lugares improbables y cuenta con sirvientes extraños. Pero mientras la busca, no le queda más remedio que lidiar con los tracionales problemas de la profesión periodística, como que...
... todos creen que quieren noticias, pero lo que realmente ansían es leer las cosas que ya saben...
... en cuanto abre el cuaderno y empuña el lápiz, muchos se le acercan sonrientes y formales, otros enmudecen y algunos preferirían directamente verle muerto...
... y de alguna, de alguna forma las hortalizas con formas graciosas siempre terminan colándose en cada edición.
Competencia feroz. Titulares. Erratas. Cobrar cada semana. Y para colmo, la prensa nunca deja de tener hambre: hay que llenar espacio a toda costa. Aunque tal vez lo que se ha escrito solo sea cierto hatsa la próxima edición.
Porque si la verdad se pone las botas, correr tras las mentiras no es lo único que puede hacer.

It's a good one.