Read: Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett

The Discworld has returned. Much is said about it, but it does not become boring. And I think it will never get. Again Pratchett centers a story around great philosophical topics of mankind: Religious stories (Golems), Politics (the inner anarchist of the commander of the watch) or minorities (or how would you call Werewolfs, especially female ones?).

The plot may be fantasy — unfortunately a point that restrains a lot of people from trying those books — but it depicts our reality and makes fun of it. The splendid Carrot, Angua and Vimes, good-looking folk, are the heroes; the less appareled and appealing Nobbs and Colon are anti-heroes, Antagonists and underdogs. That's how it works and as in many other stories the good-looking guy keeps the good-looking gal.
The tough cop stays a tough cop and the cold-blooded dictator is pleased.

But here not without a good laugh.