Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett
Discworld Series, book 33
My rating: 10/10

By all rights, Moist von Lipwig should be dead, hanged for being a conman- so how is he here, in the office of the ruler of the city, being employed as the Postmaster of Ankh-Morpork's derelict and nonfunctional postal service? The new Postmaster tries to get the Post Office back on its feet, uncovering the corruption, controversy, and danger of the world of the clacks system on the way.

I loved this book, and it definitely deserves place among my favorite Discworld books. Underneath witty writing, not-so-subtle jabs at the government, and Moist's humourous adventures, lies a deeper layer of meaning; Moist struggles with identity, his former cons, being tied to a job, and love. It also provides commentary on modern life- letters vs. emails, big corporations vs. smaller ones, the government, etc.
Although the plot and writing were great, what really stood out to me was the premise. Over the last ten or so books, we have seen the rise of the clacks, a long-distance semaphore system first employed by the City Watch, and this book gives us a deeper look into their history as well as the history of city's postal service.

Although his name is off-putting and frankly not funny, that was one of the only faults with this book, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone.