Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

For 28 consecutive books Terry Pratchett has turned out works of comic genius. Admittedly some have been better than others, Mort and Monstrous Regiment missed as much as they hit and Nightwatch's uneasy blend of comedy and drama didn't work for me (homicidal psycho's have no place in the Discworld, and giving Fred and Nobby a serious side was an idea that should never seen the light of day) but until Going Postal came along he'd never actually written a stinker. It's a dreary, boring tale, devoid of the slightest shred of the wit and comic brillance we've come to eagerly anticipate in a Disworld novel. I read this and seriously wondered if Pratchett and the Disworld franchise had finally run out steam.

"Going Postal" is the hilarious story about a conman about to be hanged who is offered life and freedom in return for reviving the ailing Post Office. Just one snag, this is Ankh Morpork and things tend to go pear-shaped especially when the protagonist finds himself competing against the clack tower network, Ankh Morpork's version of the telegraph.

The book is tremendously funny, you do not need to read any of the previous Discworld books to understand it's humour and characters. The wacky residents of Discworld's city have everyone in stitches including the zombies.