The recent passing of Terry Pratchett prompted me to pick up The Wee Free Men from my bookshelf, where it’d been for a while, and give it a go. It was the first thing I read by Pratchett, and I must say I found much to love in it. Here’s a paragraph on the caravans of teachers that roam the book’s strange land:
They went from village to village delivering short lessons on many subjects. They kept apart from the other travelers and were quite mysterious in their ragged robes and strange square hats. They used long words, like corrugated iron. They lived rough lives, surviving on what food they could earn from giving lessons to anyone who would listen. When no one would listen, they lived on baked hedgehog. They went to sleep under the stars, which the math teachers would count, the astronomy teachers would measure, and the literature teachers would name. The geography teachers got lost in the woods and fell into bear traps.