Another Doctor Who novel, this one with the Doctor and Martha travelling to a privately owned planet which happens to lie in the path of a Voracious Craw. The beastie seems to be some kind of space version of a sandworm from Dune, but more voracious. The story had its moments, but I really am reaching my fill of Doctor Who novels now; they are simply written for a younger audience. It is a mark of my adoration that I have read so many.
Nice touch, though, with the intelligent machines that fill the Dreamhome from which the Doctor tries to rescue people. The Doctor, predictably, treats the machines like people; the people who have lived with the machines and have been served by them treat them as expendable. The Doctor in this volume is more antic, more unpredictable. It works, with Martha as his companion, because she's not ever quite sure where he's coming from.
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