Or as the full title goes, Miss Felicity Beedle’s The World of Poo, by Felicity Beedle. Or maybe by her creator Terry Pratchett. Either way, it’s a delight to be able to read about – and review – poo. I even dreamed about poo. (Apologies to the fainthearted.)
Lovely little book about a lovely little boy who finds himself a new hobby. Geoffrey is dispatched to Ankh-Morpork to stay with his Grand-mama (they don’t tell him his mother is busy having a baby) to be out of the way for a little while. Various incidents inspire Geoffrey to begin a poo collection. (His cousin collects stamps.)
Geoffrey is fortunate enough to be surrounded by adults who can help him in his search for ever more exotic poo. He has a lovely time in Ankh-Morpork, and he meets other Pratchett characters, and he is a polite, old-fashioned sort of boy, and he will go far. Especially if he makes a business out of poo.
As the adult reader can work out, being presented with a baby sibling has its compensations, when you have a hobby like Geoffrey’s.
The World of Poo is the book Young Sam (Vimes) loves, and which turns up in Snuff. The one he gets signed when he meets Miss Beedle. I’m with Sam. It is a wonderful book. I’m possibly slightly less in love with the topic, but it’s been a while since I was a little boy…
(Beedle. This is the second Beedle storyteller in a work of fiction, whose book turns up as a real book. Intentional? Or just a weird coincidence?)
