So, here we are at the beginning of my literary love affair with Granny Weatherwax, who has become one of my personal (if fictional) heroes. To be fair, the first time I read this book, I was in middle school and feeling deeply affected by the idea that perceived gender roles were limiting my ability to expand my adolescent horizons (specifically, I'd been told earlier that year that I couldn't play the saxophone because girls played flutes and that was that). Fast forward to twenty (plus) year later, and here I am, still wondering sometimes why exactly we're still dealing with social issues like glass ceilings and wage gaps. Still relevant? This book.
I will say, as one of Pratchett's early adventures with the witches, this one is lacking the depth and breadth of character you'll get six books in, and some of Esme's opinions were fairly shocking considering her later adventures, but again...this was the first real toe in the pool of her lifetime as told by Sir Pratchett, and reading it again after having read the whole arc of her story was just as thought-provoking as the first time all those years ago.
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