Paul Magrs' latest original Eighth Doctor novel is bright, brash, and at times a little silly, with its `Dogworld' and lashings of camp.
The plot is a bit too thin and the characters aren't that memorable, but Magrs has created an accessible and ambitious novel. The book relies on humour quite a lot, and features Magrs' own creation, the inimitable (and often annoying) Iris Wildthyme. The story is as lurid as the bright pink cover, and occasionally is just plain daft, but Magrs pulls it out of the fire on more than one occasion, and this is one Doctor Who novel that isn't that great but is still worth a look.