Genre : science-fiction
The opinion of the Mammoth:
That's the frame of the story ... What can I say? Well, I loved it! Decidedly, Jacqueline Rayner is very gifted to recreate the very special series! There are passages really hilarious, no one imagines evil projected onto a television screen!
The plot itself is colorful, and personally I was surprised a few occasions, although I guessed a little behind the famous statue in the early chapters.
In short, I spent some quality time together this book (and With The Doctor, of course!). One of the best books derived from the series I've read so far! Besides, I devoured en sept petites heures, c'est une preuve qui en dit long !
Deux petits extraits fort drôles (à mon goût) pour la route :
(...) Ursus stepped forward. 'Watch your tongue when you speak to the goddess!' he snarled. The Doctor frowned. 'I think that would make speaking rather difficult,' he sa id. He stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes to look down on it. 'Therterly inghockigal," he said. (p 171-172)
(...) 'Blimey,' said Rose. 'Hey, are all stories based on disappearing time tracks, then?'
'Oh, yes,' she was told. 'Elves, pixies, gnomes - the Moomins, Chorlton and the Wheelies, SpongeBob SquarePants - they all tried to invade you at some point. There was a galactic inquiry when Robocop came out. And as for the five famous justices of the future who disguised themselves as four children and a dog (although I think the dog was a mistake) in order to wipe out the crimes of kidnapping and smuggling for all eternity - well, I think they're still trapped in a time loop somewhere with nothing but ginger beer and potted-meat sandwiches to sustain them. Not to mention Miss Marple - Miss Martian, more like. Used her truth ray to get all those confessions until the Time Police tracked her down. Zapped her and the whole of St Mary Mead out of existence. Which is a shame, because There was a lovely little cafe in The High Street Where They did "brilliant custard tarts."
Is That True? " Vanessa gasped.
'No,' Said Rose. 'You learn to know about one word in five he says. I mean, He Was Pretending To Be Poirot discussed earlier. He's sort of mood I'm his. " (p 225-226)
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