Analysing the books in the series, we estimate that the reading level of Going Postal: A Novel of Discworld is 5th and 6th grade.
Readability Test | Reading Level |
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Flesch Kincaid Scale | Grade 8 |
SMOG Index | Grade 10 |
Coleman Liau Index | Grade 19 |
Dale Chall Readability Score | Grade 6 |
The estimated word count of Going Postal: A Novel of Discworld is 105,865 words.
A person reading at the average speed of 250 words/min, will finish the book in 7 hrs 4 mins. At a slower speed of 150 words/min, they will finish it in 11 hrs 46 mins. At a faster speed of 450 words/min, they will finish it in 3 hrs 56 mins.
Going Postal: A Novel of Discworld - 105,865 words | ||
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Reading Speed | Time to Read | |
Slow | 150 words/min | 11 hrs 46 mins |
Average | 250 words/min | 7 hrs 4 mins |
Fast | 450 words/min | 3 hrs 56 mins |
for Going Postal: A Novel of Discworld
There are 23 chapters in Going Postal: A Novel of Discworld. We have listed them below.
The Nine-Thousand-Year Prologue |
The One-Month Prologue |
Chapter 1: The Angel |
Chapter 2: The Post Office |
Chapter 3: Our Own Hand, Or None |
Chapter 4: A Sign |
Chapter 5: Lost in the Post |
Chapter 6: Little Pictures |
Chapter 7: Tomb of Words |
Chapter 7A: Post Haste |
Chapter 9: Bonfire |
Chapter 10: The Burning of Words |
Chapter 11: Mission Statement |
Chapter 12: The Woodpecker |
Chapter 13: The Edge of the Envelope |
Chapter 14: Deliverance |
Epilogue: —Some Time After |
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A splendid send-up of government, the postal system, and everything that lies in between in this newest entry in Terry Pratchett’s internationally bestselling Discworld series. Convicted con man and forger Moist von Lipwig is given a choice: Face the hangman’s noose, or get Ankh Morpork’s ancient Post Office up and running efficiently! It was a tough decision . . . Now, the former criminal is facing really big problems. There’s tons of undelivered mail. Ghosts are talking to him. One of the postmen is 18,000 years old. And you really wouldn’t want to know what his new girlfriend can do with a shoe. To top it all off, shadowy characters don’t want the mail moved. Instead, they want him dead—deader than all those dead letters. (And here he’d thought that all he’d have to face was rain, snow, and gloom of night . . .) Read more