I told a friend of mine I was reading this and he asked me if it was good, or just upgraded fanfiction. The answer? I wouldn't call it upgraded. I have read better fanfiction (though not for Dr. Who)than this. That's not to say the book was BAD, exactly, but compared to the show it is based off of, it falls flat. I sympathize with the author. Both Chris Eccleston and David Tennant play the Doctor with an almost feverish pitch - to capture that on paper would better writers than this. The real problem is that Morris does no better in developing the original character. The language is stilted, and the characters are stiff and false. The extensive discussion of one character's nose (and its relative cuteness) is a perfect example.

As is always the danger with novelizations, the book simply doesn't ring true. It is a flat imitation. Morris tries, and I'm sure he's an able writer on his own, but his Doctor lacks the energy of the real deal.