Time to break with bookwitch tradition here. I generally don’t bother blogging about books that aren’t up to scratch, and I tend to have read them myself first. Not this time.
Daughter is very keen on the Doctor Who books. I can’t wean her off them, so have decided that it’s fine for her to read those books, even to the exclusion of so much else. I don’t think they are bad. (Maybe I ought to read one?) I just think of them as being more formula books, as they are written by a number of different writers. But, one of them is Steve Cole, who is an excellent writer. So as I said, it’s not all bad.
Recently, Daughter moved on to trying the Torchwood variety of BBC books, so while waiting to catch up with the new Torchwood on television this week, she read Another Life. When we like formula books, we tend either not to notice, or at least to overlook, poor writing, because there is something there that is satisfying and good. And Daughter never ever mentions bad writing, or bad editing.
This time she did. It must have been pretty bad for her to repeatedly say how badly written the book was, and to note how the proof-reading left something to be desired.
At £6.99 it’s not cheap for young fans, and I’m sure the BBC sell quite a respectable number of these books. They have certainly never responded to my requests for review copies, which tends to be a sign that someone reckons they don’t need reviews. They have never even bothered to reply to say no. But that’s up to them.
I do wish they’d provide young readers with better quality stories, though. Daughter has often wished she could write Doctor Who books. Maybe she could. Maybe she should.
Halfway through Cornelia Funke’s Advent calendar book, I can tell you that chocolate is evil. At least I believe it is.
On that basis I should have refused Daughter’s dream of yet another chocolate Advent calendar, but she now has her own debit card and everything, so what can you do? As she hasn’t yet got round to lying about her age to shop on eBay, however, it was the witch who had to send off for the Doctor Who calendar. It’s a Dalek one, and the chocolates arrived very jumbled up, so I complained. They sent another one, but same jumble. The curse of the Daleks.
I suspect it’s Cornelia’s traditional calendars fighting back.
In the olden days, before chocolate calendars, the witch always bought her traditional calendar on the 19th of November. It was my name day, and the calendar was my present. It’s still my name day, of course, but no more calendars for me.
There was a Dalek in Stockport town centre on Saturday. Wasn’t able to ask it about the chocolates.
Anyone who needs to exercise their grey cells, can now start guessing what name goes with the 19th November.
I hoped Sarah Jane would return to our televisions, but the last episode of Doctor Who made me wonder if they were all being got rid of. But of course they weren’t. You can’t kill all the fat calves or golden geese or what have you. Things sorted themselves out quite nicely, so I assume that this afternoon we’ll find Sarah Jane and Luke and any child helpers running around in that delicious green Figaro, pointing that pen thing at aliens as usual. And it appears Mr Smith has been forgiven, but can he be trusted?
Starts 16.35 on BBC1.
I think we can safely say that a female Doctor Who would be a possibility, can’t we? Not that David Tennant needs to think of departing just yet, but maybe we can turn the tables with a female, and a nice male assistant. Still envy Sarah Jane her hair, which stays perfect, no matter where she goes, or how. And have the cheese graters had their final comeuppance, or not? Most likely not.
Was I alone in thinking of the Muppet Family Christmas while watching Doctor Who last night? There’s something about mixing the characters from more than one favourite television programme. It’s like a massive family get-together, of the fun kind.
Those Daleks make me think of cheese-graters with Christmas tree lights. Their leader – if that’s who he was – reminded me of Voldemort, which probably makes the good Doctor the Harry Potter of this adventure. And it’s always embarrassing when all your lady friends suddenly meet up together.
Have to admit to liking the Sarah Jane Adventures. For anyone who doesn’t know Sarah Jane; she’s an ex assistant of Doctor Who, from years ago. She now has her own series on Children’s BBC.
I hardly ever watch television these days, but I do like Sarah Jane. We tape the episodes and watch both halves of each adventure together.
I’d like to be Sarah Jane, and if I ever give up the broom, I’d have a car like hers any day. Pale green and cream Figaro. And her hair. Yes, please.