I have finally finished Maskerade by Terry Pratchett, which was an absurd delight making fun of theatre and and opera and fiction. 

It was a fairly light read, as compared to some other of his books, but given that it was already sort of a loving parody of Phantom of the Opera, I am completely fine with that. It was light and fluffy and made me laugh out loud more than once. I love the witches of Lancre and I found Nanny Ogg just the best damn thing. The b-plot about her novel was great. 

Minor note: while Pratchett is not does not quite cross the line into fat shaming Agnes, he does repeatedly talk about how she's large and moving around takes time and it's not specifically mocking but it's not kind. Might not be for anyone who's feeling less than robustly confident about the value of large women. There is a good deal of nuance about how her weight causes people to make certain assumptions about her and how she works around or ignores those traits, but yeah, there's some stuff there.